Lust is a thing of the blood. Doesn't need head or heart.

People treat you as badly as you let them treat you. Key word there: let.

Keep hoping to see the light in her eyes. Even knowing it'll mean she's saying good-bye.

Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.

Four: If you try to force yourself into my head, I will force myself into your pants.

The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you? I'm asking the questions tonight. If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.

You can’t look at someone with your eyes and take their measure. You have to look with the heart.