The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.

The language of sin was universal, the original Esperanto.

She liked things that had been written by people who had lived short, ugly, and tragic lives. Or, who at least, were English.

She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history, and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.

The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.

Taking a thing apart is always faster than putting something together. This is true of everything except marriage.

Aren't you going to tell me I'm not so bad? she asked. Mmm-no. I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.