One day at a time. You rise, you eat, you bathe, and you talk to the few people you can tolerate while feeling so wretched. Over time, it hurts a little less. Then a little less. And so on...Until one morning, you will awake and realize the pain is only a memory. It will always be with you, but it will eventually lack the power to cripple you.

You're an addiction...my obsession.

It's going to be a lot of work, Gideon," Eva warned him. "I'm not afraid of work." He was touching me restlessly as if it were as necessary to him as breathing. "I'm only afraid of losing you.

He was the kind of guy that made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions.

Heaven with my angel. It doesn't get any better than this.

B.O.B. and I have a longtime understanding - when we're done with each other, we know exactly which one of us has been used, and it isn't me. Good night Gideon.

There wasn't a woman alive who could resist a man who paid attention to her, who made her feel like she was the only other person in his world.