If you lust after someone and have an absurd and overwhelming need to protect them, then the best way to deal with the situation is to marry the person.

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.

She had the underwear of a thirteen-year-old, as well, he thought. He glanced back at her. But the shoes of a courtesan.

You tell anyone that I cried, and I'll cut your liver out." "Do you even know where a human liver resides?"[...] "Yes," she said, and punched him in it.

If you lust after someone and have an absurd and overwhelming need to protect them, then the best way to deal with the situation is to marry the person.

I lied. I do that, you know, when it suits me. I would have thought you'd realized that by now.

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