Don't ever ask me again if I hate living anywhere with you and Jasmina. This Rock reminds me of the boy I was and being with you in the palace reminds me of the man I want to be.' 'Not just any man,' she whispered. 'A King. Mine.

How can you just forget a person completely until the moment you see his face again?

Somehow, even in the worst of times, the tiniest fragments of good survive. It was the grip in which one held those fragments that counted.

Love’s easy. It kind of comes with the territory. But liking is another story.

I walk down the steps of the verandah towards her and with shaking hands she holds my face between them, sobbing, "Look at my beautiful girl.

When a woman has not received much flattery in her life, she will be seduced.

You're going to set us all on fire, you homicidal feral fruitcake.