Olivia Gaines

“If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again! it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

“It brought his heart joy to be able to do so much for her and he welcomed the opportunity to be able to show her this side of him as a provider and life mate.”
― Olivia Gaines, A Few More Nights

“I ain’t marrying no Idaho potato eating black girl without first sampling the goods.”
― Olivia Gaines, North to Alaska

“That man was like the energizer bunny on meth.”
― Olivia Gaines, A Few More Nights