I Am Sincere, Ma Petite, Even When

I Stared At Jean-claude And It Wasn't The Beauty Of Him That Made Me Love Him, It Was Just Him. It Was Love Made Up Of A Thousand Touches, A Million Conversations, A Trillion Shared Looks. A Love Made Up Of Danger Shared, Enemies Conquered, A Determination To Neither Of Us Would Change The Other, Even If We Could. I Love Jean-claude, All Of Him, Because If I Took Away The Machiavellian Plottings, The Labyrinth Of His Mind, It Would Lessen Him, Make Him Someone Else.

What Happens In Vegas May Stay In Vegas, But What Happens In New Orleans, Goes Home With You.

It's Better To Be Loved Than Feared, But If You Can't Be Loved, Then Fear Will Do.-dino Quoting Machiavelli

He's Not Going To Shoot Us In The Back By Accident, Is He?" Deputy Coltrain Asked. I Smiled, Not Sweetly. "he Promised Not To.

Love, Whether It's Friendship Or More, Is Like A Cup. It Fills Up Drop By Drop, Until One Last Drop And The Cup Is Full. The Liquid Hangs There Almost Above The Rim, Hangs There On Surface Tension Alone And You Know That One More Drop And It Will Spill Over.