It’s only through the degradation of the soul that you can know who you really are; when all else is stripped away, leaving you bare.” Somehow, his black eyes darkened, the venom in his words more deadly than a viper’s bite. “Let me degrade you, Katherine.

— Dianna Hardy

It took Pueblo a few seconds to take in his surroundings. The first thing he realized was that he felt bruised all over; the second was that his clothes were waterlogged, even more than before, from the quicksand; and the third, was that he had landed on his front and was lying on a large, uncomfortable stone. No, wait… In his disoriented state, he shifted his weight. The stone didn't move. He was lying on his own fucking erection.

— Dianna Hardy

Love finds you, not the other way around, and you can’t run from it.

— Dianna Hardy

Love. It seemed impossible that she could love him, but she was so deep in him there was really nowhere to go but further in. So this is what love was. Uncontrollable. Consuming. But so irresistible you wanted to be consumed.

— Dianna Hardy

Maybe I should be still; accept my fate. But I have tasted freedom, known love – I have had choice and learned what it is to have a human heart, not just a compliant one.

— Dianna Hardy

None of us are ordinary – we just settle into ordinary lives.

— Dianna Hardy

One of the greatest lies ever told is that there’s no power in vulnerability.

— Dianna Hardy

One thing I’ve learned about humans: you can’t judge their strength by the size of their actions, but by the devotion of an act, no matter how small.

— Dianna Hardy

Pieces of your heart broke every day when you were a mother.

— Dianna Hardy

Real choices – the ones that changed you and shaped you – were never made with the head, but on the beat of a heart that saw a future it couldn't live without.

— Dianna Hardy