“Once upon a time she had liked to dance. When she had been about the same age as the little brunette out… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
I think perfect love is any time you love unconditionally, without selfish intent, without concern for personal gain. — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
Scars fade with time. And the ones that never go away, well, they build character, maturity, caution. — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Then he was forming letters again, one at a time on her back, while Laurel clung to him, full of heart and… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He was really having a hard time with this. He was not a seductive kind of guy, and if he tried to… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Corbin wanted, quite simply, to die. He had wished for death many times over his long lifespan, but never as fervently as he did… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“If this were a musical, this would signal the start of a dance number. Angry girls sexy danse in unison around the bull pen.… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“If she had learned anything twenty-five years, it was that money wasn't worth much if you didn't have anyone to share it with.” — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“This is really disturbing. I think I'm being scarred as we speak. It's like paranormal porn." Alexis did look a little pale. "Do you… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“I couldn't please everyone, there was no way to do that. But I could please myself. That was my conclusion, and I knew what… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Promise me if I don’t make you happy, you’ll toss me aside, no matter how much pressure I put on you. Because even though… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Did I ever tell you the difference between a Northern fairy tale and a Southern one?" she asked him, indulging herself and letting her… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Alright, good night,” he said, his words a little slurred. “But before I pass out, I want you to know that you’re the hottest… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He was a glass half full kind of person and she was...what? The glass is going to break before you can even pour kind… — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
“Who do you become when you've lost sight of who you are but the false you isn't one you can pretend to be anymore?” — Erin McCarthy Copy Share Image
