I can’t function around a man if I know his ability to give pleasure.

That’s the beauty of books. We get to take what we want out of them and it can be different for everyone.

Seriously, I don’t care if feminists hunt me down and burn me at the stake, that man crooked his finger at me, I’d follow him into a bank and rob it at his side.

It's never too late to reach for happiness and no matter what life has done to you, it's never too late to find it.

You lose anyone, there’s no replacing them. What you need to get is that’s precious, you get to keep that, you don’t want to replace it. That doesn’t mean you can’t find something else just as good.

Your grandmother used to say that you were two souls separated in heaven. She mainly meant you were both trouble and deserved each other.

I don’t intend to use beer as a crutch and drink until I pass out. So advice, keep an eye on that so you can get in there and get yourself drunk sex before it turns unpretty and drunk sex ends with me puking and / or passing out during the act.