I am not the means to any end others may wish to accomplish. I am not a tool for their use. I am not a servant of their needs. I am not a bandage for their wounds, I am not a sacrifice on their altars.

But all the time-no matter what she was doing-there was music.

Callan took a deep breath. “I never expected you.” He shook his head with an edge of amusement. “You are a dangerous woman, Merinus Tyler.”  “Naw, just a determined woman.” She grinned against his shoulder. “I know a good thing when I see it jacking off.

I realize from the cradle up I have been like the rest of the race - never quite sane in the night.

Written By Mark Twain

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