Pi Patel: For castaways who must share their lifeboats with large, dangerous carnivores, it is advisable to establish a territory as your own. The following course of action is recommended. Step one: Choose a day when waves are moderate, but regular....
Gandalf: I think you should leave the ring behind, Bilbo. Is that so hard? Bilbo: Well, no. [frowning] Bilbo: ...and yes. Now it comes to it, I don't feel like parting with it. It's mine, I found it. It came to me! Gandalf: There's no need to get ang...
Mmmm… stay.” Her voice was barely audible, as she grazed her lips against mine and her head fell back against the pillow into a deep sleep.
If I find out that you went within even fifty feet of her, ever again, your ass is mine. Do I make myself clear?
Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable. Why did it take him being whipped within an inch of his life to see it?
Isn't it strange that I know you'd risk your life to save mine, but I don't even know what your favorite color is?
He looked down at my fingers wrapped around his coat then lifted his eyes to mine. 'My tiny huntress, do you know what you've done to me?
Stella scribbled in thick black texta across half the pages of my best storybook, filled with people who ventured where their hearts took them. Beautiful worlds beyond mine.
Got just enough room to be a friend of yours. Oh I hope you got room to be a friend of mine.
Then the Skopamish showed up. Their chests heaving, rotting eyes like dull raisins in their skulls. Their eyes found mine like a witching wand seeking water.
What do you want to be then ?" He crooks a finger under my chin,aiming those mysterious slate blue eyes into mine."Unforgettable.
I don't need to see the trail to know you're at the end of it. My grandfather's compass may not work, but mine is still true.
I love you. You’re mine. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me.
Ludlow put a hand on his arm. "A friend of mine used to say, 'You cannot change the past, but every moment is an opportunity to change your future.
Sex is still on the table. We just keep the yucky love stuff out of it." ... "Now where is this table you speak of to have sex on? You should take me there. Now.
This is how you will remember that you are mine. Every painful touch, every aching hug, will remind you - that you are a slave - to me.
Sooner or later every writer evolves his own definition of a story. Mine is: A reflection of life plus beginning and end (life seems not to have either) and a meaning.
Joie," he said with his lips hovering over mine. "What?" I felt my heart flutter. "Shut up," he muttered and then he kissed me.
Whether it’s simply some fierce animal joining of mates or a sublime merging of souls, she is mine, and I am hers.
[...]my memory is reasonably good—unlike yours, dear sir!” “Mine is erratic,” he said imperturbably. “I remember only what interests me.
...I guess you're right - I am a priest - I offer sacrifices - so take this line, I want you to have something of mine...
