Debi

“So, the wooden stake through the heart thing is apparently a myth, but you can be killed by fire. Anything else?"

"Should I be concerned that one of your first questions is how to kill me?"

Her jaw dropped. "What? No! I didn't mean... I was just curious."

He snorted. "Well you can remain so."

"What about the sun?" she asked. "Extra toasty?"

"I'm not going to burst into flames, but I avoid tanning beds."

"Silver?"

"Some of my favorite cufflinks."

"Garlic?"

"Please," he sneered. "I'm Italian.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, A Hidden Fire

“They don’t want me. They’re curious why you want me. And anyway, I feel sorry for anyone that thinks they have a chance. I am hopelessly and completely in love with you.”
A pained look shadowed his face. “You know why I want you? I didn’t know I was lost until you found me. I didn’t know what alone was until the first night I spent without you in my bed. You’re the one thing I’ve got right. You’re what I’ve been waiting for, Pigeon.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“Ubi amo, ibi patria. Where I love. there is my home.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, This Same Earth

“Don't find a nice guy. You'd get bored, and he wouldn't know what to do with you. So... yeah, be pissed at me if you want, but you--you're one-of-a-kind..." He paused, unsure of what he was really trying to say. "So just find a guy that gets that, you know?" He rolled his eyes at the longest voicemail in history. "Or just ignore me, because it's none of my business, anyway.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, The Genius and the Muse