Getting A Room's Not Always Enough. Sometimes

Bite Me." -lieutenant Eve Dallas, From Any Of The In Death Books.

Roarke Had To Force Himself Not To Snatch Her Up As She Swept Through The Hallowed Senate Halls. Members Of The Media Were Already Leaping Toward Her, But She Cut Through Them As If They Weren’t There. “i Like Your Style, Lieutenant Dallas,” He Said When They’d Fought Their Way To The Car. “i Like It A Lot. And By The Way, I Don’t Think I’m In Love With You Anymore. I Know I Am.

I Write Every Day. Even If I'm Not Writing Well, I Write Through It. I Can Fix A Bad Page. I Can't Fix A Blank One.

I See You've Destroyed Another Police Vehicle. Perhaps You Now Hold The Record.

The Wounded Recognized The Wounded.