You don't believe in God, Rachel. You don't believe in goodness or love or mercy, do you?" "I haven't seen enough to form an opinion." "But you believe in the devil?" "When I'm sitting in a car with him, yes," she said.

If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days.

If I am ever in the position where I wish to seduce someone I will simply assure her it’s better than rats.

She froze. He reached up and took her hand in his, pulling the knife away, making her drop it on the floor. "Show me how much you hate me," he whispered against her mouth. "Prove it to me.

She tried to allow herself only one biting remark an hour, and she had already overstepped her allowance.

I want your innocence. I want your blind, unquestioning devotion to your father, your acceptance of who and what he is. I want you to look at me the way you look at him, knowing the worst. I want you to trust me, even when your brain tells you you shouldn't, I want you to ignore common sense and your lifelong need to protect yourself. I want you to give yourself to me, body and soul.

Jesus, woman!" he snapped. "When did we have to become Romeo and Juliet?