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Things that are screamed, those tend to get lost in translation.
With bad boys—like Paxton Blackwell—it's so easy to tell what they're thinking, what they're going to do. But the good boys … they make you feel safe before they drop you on your ass.
Life can be a thorny path to follow; sometimes you just bleed.”
“When you see another lonely traveler walking the same sad, strange path you almost fell off before … it's only right to see if you can guide them down a different road.”
“It's not technical skills or schooling or even passion that makes good music: it's pain.
All of that seething rage and anger inside, if you unleash it, it creates an unpredictable, uncontrollable storm, one that doesn't judge what or who it destroys.
I fucking love romance novels. Erotic novels. Whatever you want to call anything fictional that has women and lovers and fucking and relationships. I feel like if every man on the planet sat down and just read a few of these, he'd understand the female side of the species so much better.
Books—even erotic ones … especially erotic ones—are simply reflections of the human soul. Sometimes they're silly and sometimes they're exaggerated, but it's through that enhancement of the world that we can see both its beauty and its flaws.
When you fall in love, you disregard logic. Because logic and love are two sides of the same coin. Together, they make a beautiful sort of currency, but you can never look them both in the face at the same time.

