What did you do with memories, feelings, needs, that didn’t belong anywhere?

God, it was good. Comforting and stimulating at the same time. Absolute world-class pheromones. I wished I could take his jacket home with me. Not him, just the jacket.

The way I was brought up ‘he needed killing’ is an airtight alibi.

I'm not short," Daisy muttered. "Short women are never mysterious, or elegant, or pursued by handsome men. And they're always treated like children. I refuse to be short.

These impossible women! How they do get around us!

I've always considered myself a feminist, which is such a tough word for people. Some people immediately assume that you're angry or you hate men, which is obviously not true.

Great men don't nessarily make good husbands.