There will never be another woman for me, Alexandra. You are my eternity. -Michael

There is a god. Nothing as tragic and ridiculous as this world could have happened by random chance.

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.

You're a quiet, beautiful woman in a loud, ugly place. An orchid among weeds. You define obvious.

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.

“You have superpowers.” "I don't have supernerves,” she said, “so don't get on them.”

Thierry had no idea why they were called French doors. His native countrymen weren't stupid enough to put them in their homes.