For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.

Love leaves scars.

But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.

Men were born to protect and love, and our women help us to serve a higher purpose.

Sometimes, he thought, real love is silent as well as blind.

I love crime, I love mysteries, and I love ghosts.