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

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.

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.”

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

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