My inner goddess confirms that staring at a beautiful/rich/powerful face is the basis of True Love.

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we'll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

Anya looked upon Nin admirably. Having him as a partner-in-crime-if only on this one occasion, which she hoped would only be the start of something more-was more revitalizing than the cheap thrills of a cookie-cutter shallow, superficial romance, where the top priority was how beautiful a person was on the outside.

The laws governed people's happiness. To be lawless was to be happy.

The words marriage and divorce were always used together, like they went hand in hand together.

I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?