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

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.

Come with me. It's so much better than coming alone. (Lucan whispered to Lena)

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.

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