The shovel is bigger than the spoon, but it can never ever do the work the spoon does. They both look similar; they both have different sizes but one more thing not to forget is...

All right, you got that out of your system. Can I get back in the boat without you striking me again? Or should I stay out here enjoying the marine life?””Why don’t you swim around...

Charles, mate, you fret too much. I’m a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle.””Handle your blood?” Bones offered dryly.Ian grinned. “Exactly.

As if Spade’s chivalry would allow him to do anything to a woman. The harshest punishment she could imagine him dishing out to Cat would be refusing to open a door for her.

I don’t lack for bed partners, so I don’t need to scrounge for unwilling scraps.-Spade

I don’t like to not call a spade a spade.

I always carry around a spade, because I never know when I’ll have to dig my own grave—slowly. Give me coffee or give me death. Or sleep.