It was a lot easier when we could just brand'em," Ben said. "Then everybody'd know not to mess with our womenfolk.

So I know you must have a plan and this wolf—" "Beast," Min said. "—frog, whatever, can't fit your plan." "He's not a frog," Min said. "I kissed him and he did not turn into a prince."He turned into a god. No, he didn't . "Look, I'm never going to see him again, so everybody can relax.

There wasn't enough gratitude in the world for a server who kept drinks coming at a time like this.

If you can't be a good example, then be a terrible warning.

This is a woman you've known less than twelve hours. It took you a year to pick out a couch, but you're seriously—" “Yes,” Roger said. “She's the one.

If you can't be a good example, you'll just have to be a horrible warning." -Gwen Goodnight

Where were all the women gamblers? It wasn't as if being a woman wasn't a huge risk all by itself. Twenty-eight percent of female homocide victims were killed by husbands or lovers. Which, come to think of it, was probably why there weren't any women gamblers. Living with men was enough of a gamble.