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

He pulled her back, off balance so that she fell against him, and he took her face in his two hands and held it very still while his eyes looked down into hers. Somber, truthful, painfully honest. "I love you, Chloe," he said. "Which is the most dangerous thing I could do.

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

Do I make you nervous, Madame Lambert?” “No. I just prefer to keep my distance.” “Evil isn’t contagious.” “I thought you said you weren’t the most evil man in the world?” “I’m not. But that doesn’t mean I’m a good man.” “I don’t think anyone would argue with that.

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

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

If we don't risk it all, we may as well not write at all.