He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.

Gwen Cassidy needed a man. Desperately. Failing that, she'd settle for a cigarette.

Was he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?” Barrons asked, watching me carefully. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand at the memory. “It was like being owned.” Some women like that.” Not me.” Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning.” I doubt it. I couldn’t breathe with him kissing me.” One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.” Right, and one day my prince might come.” I doubt he’ll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.

There should be a vaccine against Adam Black. And all women should be given it at birth.

He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.

You & I are here but the wind is everywhere. Cast no words upon it you don’t wish followed back to you.

I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself.