On the lips of my enemy, my sister’s lover, my lover’s killer, I taste the punishment I deserve. I taste oblivion.

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

We're translating the Kama Sutra," Barrons said, with interactive aids.

Nuns? They'd take one look at Barrons and decide the devil himself had come knockng. He not only looked dangerous, he emanated something that made even me feel like crossing myself sometimes, and I'm not religious.

You and I more than anyone else in the universe are perfect for each other.

He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.

Assume' makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'.