Sometimes to love is easy, but to accept love is hard.

Her nudity is her armor. It blinded the drooling fools. They couldn't see anything else while they saw her body.

If you are not free to say no, your yes is meaningless.

It had better be. It doesn't do much when it's soft.

The duke sounded like he was trying to convince himself. “Have you ever done this before?” “Set up someone by pretending to be someone else? Sure. Pretended to get killed? Not so much.

Why did women always believe that talking about a problem would fix it? Some issues were corpses. Hot air made them fester and rot and spread their disease to everything else. Better to bury it and move on.

How can one love the light and live in darkness?