I want you," she said. "I told you so," he said.

I can do one or the other. Lovemaking or thinking. But not both at the same time.

I love these pet names," she said, gazing soulfully up into his eyes, "Nitwit. Sap skull. Termagant. How they make my heart flutter!

No its you," she said. How far away her voice sounded, as though it had traveled to London already, ahead of her. "Your ducal self assurance. Everything will give way to you. Even Satan's own storm." "You are definitely improving," he said. "Full mocking sentences.

Masculine pride is an exceedingly precious and fragile thing

I should like to see you try.

I'm no good at being good.