JB’s mother had taught him early on that appreciated women are happy women.

It was somehow degrading, craving someone so... voraciously - another good calendar word - just because he was physically beautiful. I hadn't thought that was something women did, either.

Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled. I'd finally found something Eric did poorly.

There’s no way you can kill someone and get to the other side of the experience unchanged.

Oklahoma is very beautiful, and Eric loves beauty, but he already has that in you.

My bodyguard was mowing the lawn in a pink bikini when the body fell from the sky.

Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep.