I figured if I told it to myself often enough, I would start believing it.

If you pretend everything's fine long enough, everything eventually becomes fine.

You can't love someone new without getting over the last one.

Whereas I will be with a wicked, handsome Rom who will keep me warm all night.

When Christopher finished, there was a moment of silence. Leo looked at Cam expectantly. “Well?” “Well what?” “Now is the time when you dredge up one of your blasted Romany sayings. Something about roosters laying eggs, or pigs dancing in the orchard. It’s what you always do. Let’s have it.” Cam gave him a sardonic glance. “I can’t think of one right now.” “By God, I’ve had to listen to hundreds of them. And Phelan doesn’t have to hear even one?

For thousands of nights I dreamed of making love to you. No man on earth has ever hated sunrise as I do.

I’ve never heard that the sexual act requires any particular intelligence. From what I’ve observed, many stupid people are easily able to produce children.