Rohan, one of us is an unmarried man with superior mathematical abilities and no prospects for the evening. The other is a confirmed lecher in an amorous mood, with a willing and nubile young wife waiting at home. Who do you think should do the damned account books?" And, with a nonchalant wave, St. Vincent had left the office.

I felt the kind of loneliness that can happen in a roomful of people when everyone but you seems to be in on the good time.

But sometimes normal just isn't happening. Sometimes crazy feels too good to resist.

One could pick apart love, examine every filament of attraction, and still it would never be fully explained. It simply was.

...one can't avoid the storms and calamities of life, but one can at least find the right partner to face them with.

But I hadn't known what love was. And I wondered how you could ever be sure, when you thought you loved someone, if you really did.

We are hidiously rich Annabelle-- and I've got three older brothers, all unmarried. Would you consider one of them? If you like, I'll have one shipped across the Atlantic for your inspection." -Lillian Bowman