Look. (Grown-ups skip this paragraph) I'm not about to tell you this book has a tragic ending. I already said in the very first line how it was my favorite in all the world. But there's a lot of bad stuff coming.

I've been in the revenge buisness for so long, now that it's over I don't know what to do with the rest of my life.

"We’ll never survive!” “Nonsense. You’re only saying that because no one ever has."

You are trying to kidnap what I have rightfully stolen, and I think it quite ungentlemanly.

There have been five great kisses since 1642 B.C. when Saul and Delilah Korn's inadvertent discovery swept across Western civilization. (Before then couples hooked thumbs.) And the precise rating of kisses is a terribly difficult thing, often leading to great controversy, because although everyone agrees with the formula of affection times purity times intensity times duration, no one has ever been completely satisfied with how much weight each element should receive. But on any system, there are five that everyone agrees deserve full marks. Well, this one left them all behind.

When was the last time you read a book? The truth now. And picture books don't count-I mean something with print in it.

I'm not witch. I'm your wife.