He's real calm. You can hug him and he won't move. I love him to death. He's a good animal.

I expect more meat on him since he's so big-boned.

A ball of fire rolled through my stomach, catching on the wings of the butterflies darting around in there and setting them up in a blaze. I bristled as Carter’s grin brushed mine, lips just barely touching.

Any closer and we’d be kissing for real, plunging straight off this knife edge we balanced on.

I need good friends who can say, 'I love you to death, but you look terrible in that, and you need to change right now.'

I love to pitch every day. I don't like to sit around too long.

The exponentially increasing formula (that leads to the resurrection) is that the more Christ overcame temptations and purified His human, the higher His quality of love became, which in turn led the hells to attack with increased force at the higher level. When He then overcame that temptation, His quality of love increased again, and so on and so on to the point of infinity.