Yours is... il sent comme lavande." Is that French for 'You stink'?" It means 'lavender'." Huh." She sniffed at her wrist. "I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle.
There will never be another woman for me, Alexandra. You are my eternity. -Michael
“You have superpowers.” "I don't have supernerves,” she said, “so don't get on them.”
No battle was ever won by wholly sane men.
You're a quiet, beautiful woman in a loud, ugly place. An orchid among weeds. You define obvious.
He had even read Pride and Prejudice--although he had thought that many of the heroine's problems would have been solved if someone had simply strangled her mother.