Violence doesn't equal strength.

Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my shoulders and searching my face intently. "Please let it be yes," he said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.

If you need one more reason, I love you.

Go ahead. You're not going to walk in on anyone. I'm home alone." "The whole night?" Immediately, I realized it might not have been the smartest thing to say. "Dorothea will be coming soon." That was a lie. Dorothea was long gone. It was close to midnight. "Dorothea?" "Our housekeeper. She's old- but strong. Very strong." I tried to squeeze past him. Unsuccessfully. "Sounds frightening," he said, retrieving the key from the lock. He held it out for me. "She can clean a toilet inside and out in under a minute. More like terrifying.

I'm not the distraction in the room.' 'Oh? And what might be?' -Nora & Patch (PG 242)

I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.

Hey now, none of that. You know I don't have one evil bone in my body. Only two hundred and six of them?