That drew a mocking laugh from Lillian. “Really, someone should tell St. Vincent that he’s a living cliché. He has become the embodiment of everything they say about reformed rakes.

I rarely dislike people for things they can't change, they usually give me sufficient cause to dislike them for other reasons.

I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.

I think in a moment of weakness, you might surprise yourself.

And it occurred to me that friendship was a lot more dependable, not to mention long-lasting, than love.

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

The feeling of relinquishing responsibility to someone else, letting him take control, was a relief beyond words.