I am not an alcoholic! Me and alcohol just enjoy a very close relationship.

If you’re going through Hell, just keep on going. You’ll make it out eventually,” I.

That was the idea with most women: paint a pretty picture with clothes and hairdos and jewelry and maybe no one will notice the shambles beyond it all. But.

Newsflash, babe, we are in Siberia, you can’t exactly avoid him, he is like one- tenth of the population,” she argued reading my mind.

This was all moving at the speed of light. I felt like I’d just won the emotional lottery. How could getting knocked out at a biker bar equate to getting everything you’d always wanted?

Well you stay here and stroke your gun if that helps,” I quipped. “I’m going in. I’ll have the butler ring you if there’re any murder attempts.

I’m a survivor. I’ll take what life throws at me and figure out a way to catch it with a smile.

The evilest of us all get to walk the earth for as long as they like. The good ones are buried beneath it.

Dude, if you’re going to patch into the Sons you’re going to have to deal with a lot more scarier things than my breast milk.

My whole fuckin’ world was grey until you came along and set it ablaze.