If your concern is that I may be overcome with manly ardor and ravish you in a moment of weakness… I may. If you ask nicely.

A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they're entitled to know everything I do. -Sara

I love you dammit.""she brushed her lips teasingly against his."How much?" He made a slight sound, as if the soft kiss had affected him intensely."Without limit.Beyond forever.

I-I’m not making advances,” she told him as she flattened herself against his chest. “You’re just an available s-source of heat.” “So you say,” St. Vincent replied lazily, tucking the quilt more tightly around them both. “However, during the past quarter hour you’ve been fondling parts of my anatomy that no one’s ever dared to touch before.” “I v-very much doubt that.” She burrowed even further into the depths of his coat, and added in a muffled voice, “You’ve probably been h-handled more than a hamper at Fortnum and Mason.

Weddings are never about the bride and groom, weddings are public platforms for dysfunctional families.

You sweet…beautiful…lunatic,” he heard himself mutter.

Sometimes you meet a really nice guy, but no matter how you try, you can’t seem to make yourself want him. But that’s not nearly as bad as when you meet the wrong guy, and you can’t make yourself not want him.