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?

And I wonder how Gage knew this is what my soul has craved. He turns me to face him, his eyes searching. It occurs to me that no one in my life has ever concerned himself so thoroughly with my happiness.

Separately they had different strengths. Together they were complete.

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

Why is life so difficult for some people and not for others? Why do some people have to struggle so much?

Sometimes silence was easiest, when the only word left was good-bye.

I’m not short. I’m…vertically disadvantaged.