Good hips. Breed like cow, strong like bull, dumb like ox. Hitch to plow when horse dies.

You are human and mortal; we are the sum of our weak moments and our strong.

No, she was just a woman. And that meant she could feel, she could need, she could give and she could receive.

To be appreciated as a woman, and also to be appreciated as a creature with a mind - what more could I have wanted?

Yup,” Heather replied. “Some jackass tries to prick me and I’m gonna prick him right back! Leave the bottle, bucko. Save ya a trip.

It makes sense for people who are good at fighting to go out and do it-because if they're good at it, that means the fewest number of other people die.