No man of any intelligence would pretend to know a female mind.

I thought you wanted food," she gasped. "I do," he murmured, tugging on the bodice of her dress. "But I want you more.

It was the one dream he'd never permitted himself to consider.

Anthony looked down at his evil clutches -- hands, he reminded himself, hands -- and grinned anew.

If one didn't have love, was it better, then, to be alone?

In every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one's been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one's life will never be the same.

Colin decided then and there that the female mind was a strange and incomprehensible organ - one which no man should even attempt to understand. There wasn't a woman alive who could go from point A to B without stopping at C, D, X, and 12 along the way.