What are you gonna do, angel face? Stab me with your eyebrow pencil?

Ironic, isn't it, what religion does to people?" "I guess it's more ironic what people do to religion.

He should have seen this coming, but he hadn't. Of course she wouldn't want to move back to Wynette after everything that had happened to her there. But what about his family, his friends, his roots, which stretched so deep into that rocky soil he'd become part of it?

I take every opportunity I can to speak to librarians.

There's nothing sexier in a man than intelligence.

Take it off first, soldier." He looked at her suspiciously. "Take what off?" "Your clothes. Entertain the troops." "My clothes?" He frowned. "I was sort of thinking you might want to do that for me." She shook her head and leaned back on one elbow, giving him her witchiest, bitchiest smile. "Strip." "Now, listen here, Francie--" Lifting a languid hand, she once again pointed toward the center of the room. "Do it real slow, good-looking," she purred. "I want to enjoy every minute.

A villain always preferred luring the heroine to his lair.