We are bound, you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.

Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" "Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.

Aye, well, he'll be wed a long time," he said callously. "Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?" "Absence," I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. "AND fonder. If anything's growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn't be his heart.

It would ha' been a good deal easier, if ye'd only been a witch.

The past is gone-the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.

I felt the tributaries of his veins, wished to enter into his bloodstream, travel there, dissolved and bodiless, to take refuge in the thick walled chambers of his heart.

And Finally I put down the last and the best advice I knew, on growing older. 'Stand up straight and try not to get fat.