The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing? — Karen Marie Moning
Caring is love. And love fights! Love doesn’t look for the path of least resistance. — Karen Marie Moning
If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one. — Karen Marie Moning
How does it feel, MacKayla? You have a piece of me in your mouth. Would you like another? — Karen Marie Moning
Sighing dismally, she acknowledged that some things just weren’t humanly possible – — Karen Marie Moning