Sometimes people don't have to make you love them...you just do, and there's no help for it.

I closed my eyes, thinking, Let me love you, Hardy, just let me.

Shaw...has a woman ever asked you to write a poem for her?" "Good God, no," Gideon replied with a snicker. "Shaws don't write poetry. They pay others to write it for them and then take the credit for it.

... no matter where you go or what you do, I'll love every day for the rest of my life.

I'm not the marrying kind -" St. Vincent snorted. "No man is. Marriage is a female invention.

Yes, but you need to learn your maths." "I don't need to, really. I already know how to count to a hundred. And I'm sure I'll never need ore than a hundred of anything.

...just a little touches her and there. He puts his hands on your arms or back, he stands close to you, getting you used to him... it's a mating ritual. Like March of the Penguins.