I've never known anyone more ill equipped for happiness. He wouldn't know what to do with it.

There is something about you that makes me feel terribly wicked. You make me want to do shocking things. Maybe it's because you're so proper. Your necktie is never crooked, and your shoes are always shiny. And your shirts are so starchy. Sometimes when I look at you, I want to tear off all your buttons. Or set your trousers on fire. I've so often wondered-are you ticklish, my lord?

Getting to a higher spiritual level is like increasing your credit score. You get a lot more points for sinning and repenting than if you have no credit history at all.

I've always thought it was about finding the right person. But it's about choosing the right person, isn't it?

Sometimes when we're not paying attention, relation-ships happen. There is no rule that requires two people in love to be exactly alike.

It's the perfect solution. We argue all the time. We can't stand each other. It's like we're already married.

I'm not running away from my fears," I told Dane. "I'm running away from my relatives.