Forgive me for speaking frankly, but after the past quarter-hour's conversation, I am unconvinced that any of you possess the sense or sensitivity to impart the news in any respectful fashion" - Amelia

I'm male. You rubbed your...femaleness all over me. I didn't think. I reacted.

So there’s an . . . an etiquette to raking. Some seducer’s code of honor. Is this what you’re telling me?

One more minute of this, and she’d be a certifiable simpleton.

Kate realized she had a grave problem. She was infatuated. Or mildly insane. Possibly both.

I knew right then you were the only one for me." He pulled her hand from his face, kissed her palm, then pressed it flat against his chest. "Beatings, battles, fights. No matter how bleak the circumstance, no matter how my soul despaired ... this heart never once gave up." His voice deepened, went thick with emotion. "I've a theory as to why. Do you want to hear it?" She nodded. "This heart is yours. It's yours," he said. "It always will be.

What is the world coming to, with these modern women? A man can't tell them what to do.