I loved him so much, loved his fearlessness, his strength, even the ambition that would someday take him away from me.

With all due respect," Christopher muttered, "this conversation is leading nowhere. At least one of you should point out that Beatrix deserves a better man." "That's what I said about my wife," Leo remarked. "Which is why I married her before she could find one.

You are not a perfect woman.You have an evil temper, you’re as blind as a mole, you’re a deplorable poet, and frankly, your French accent could use some work.” Supporting himself on his elbows, Leo took her face in his hands. “But when I put those things together with the rest of you, it makes you into the most perfectly imperfect woman I’ve ever known.

Opening up to the wrong person is like putting ammo in their hands.

You know what it is you smell on him, Haven? Testosterone. It's leaking out of his pores.

You’re far too prickly tempered to be a mistress. You’re far better suited as a wife.

Thomas Bowman's toupee, alas, was never found. He was somewhat mollified by the gift of a very fine hat from Westcliff on Christmas day.