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

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.

She smiled at him, though her hazel-green eyes were wary beneath the brim of a sodden hat. Right at that moment, staring at her across the hall, Gideon Shaw, cynic, hedonist, drunkard, libertine, fell hopelessly in love.

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

... I discovered life sometimes has a way of giving you what you need, but not in the form you expect.

I love you, Marks. My heart is completely and utterly yours. And unfortunately for you, the rest of me comes with it.

Some people there's no getting over.