What does your gut tell you?" "My gut and I aren't currently speaking to each other

You don’t annoy me.” Carefully he rebuttoned the placket of her shirt. “I thought you did, at first. But now I realize it was more like the feeling you get when your foot’s been asleep. And when you start moving, the blood coming back into it is uncomfortable . . . but also good. Do you understand what I mean?” “Yes. I make your feet tingle.” A smile came to his lips. “Among other things.

We are hidiously rich Annabelle-- and I've got three older brothers, all unmarried. Would you consider one of them? If you like, I'll have one shipped across the Atlantic for your inspection." -Lillian Bowman

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

Yes, but you need to learn your maths." "I don't need to, really. I already know how to count to a hundred. And I'm sure I'll never need ore than a hundred of anything.

But sometimes normal just isn't happening. Sometimes crazy feels too good to resist.

I had to let go of him. But I knew that as long as I lived, I would feel the phantompain of his absence.