If I talk about what I'm good at, I seem like I'm a conceited egomaniac.

If I'd been whoring before class and waved a corset at him, no one would have thought twice about it!

He was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn't realize that once a noose is tied it will fit one neck as easily as another.

Fear tends to come from ignorance. Once I knew what the problem was, it was just a problem, nothing to fear.

I'm not a stereotypical professor type. I don't smoke a pipe and wear a tweedy jacket. I'm more like a student who stayed at the university for so long that they gave him a job to keep him out of trouble.

You know, I could have carried you.

It is quite a thing. There are so many men, all endlessly trying to sweep me off my feet. And there is one of you, trying just the opposite. Making sure my feet are firm beneath me lest I fall.