The Liar Was The Hottest

She Was Darkness And He Was Darkness And There Had Never Been Anything Before This Time, Only Darkness And His Lips Upon Her. She Tried To Speak And His Mouth Was Over Hers Again. Suddenly She Had A Wild Thrill Such As She Had Never Known; Joy, Fear, Madness, Excitement, Surrender To Arms That Were Too Strong, Lips Too Bruising, Fate That Moved Too Fast.

Sometimes Frank Sighed, Thinking He Had Caught A Tropic Bird, All Flame And Jewel Color, When A Wren Would Have Served Him Just As Well. In Fact, Much Better.

The Green Eyes In The Carefully Sweet Face Were Turbulent, Willful, Lusty With Life, Distinctly At Variance With Her Decorous Demeanor. Her Manners Had Been Imposed Upon Her ... Her Eyes Were Her Own.

Every Problem Has Two Handles. You Can Grab It By The Handle Of Fear Or The Handle Of Hope.

With Enough Courage, You Can Do Without A Reputation.