"Having your own church doesn't make you a good guy. It only makes you tax-exempt."

"Ah. That is the price of love, I'm afraid-the pain one suffers from its loss. I'm not convinced it's worth it. Perhaps if one must love, one should do so in moderation.""Moderation in love," she mused aloud. "It's not something that would inspire a poet, is it?""A poet's view of the world would make for an uncomfortable life, wouldn't it? Everyone at the mercy of his or her passions, all of us tearing our hair out for the sake of love..."

"It's a sin.""How do you know?""Because it feels like one," she managed to say.He laughed quietly and pulled her hips farther toward him with a decisiveness that drew a little yelp from her. "In that case...I never sin by half measures."

"Men are like dogs," Stacy was fond of saying. And she usually went on to add that, like dogs, they all took up too much space on the bed, and they always went for the crotch."

"Was this some new level of depravity? Had he developed a spinster fetish?"

"You wouldn't have taken Rose to such a place, would you?""Of course not, but she is a little girl, and I'm-""My life", he interrupted quietly. "You're my entire life. If anything ever happens to you, Holly, there is nothing left for me."

"Inti dari hubungan adalah memiliki seseorang saat kita membutuhkannya"."

"I'm agnostic," I told him. "I'd be an atheist, except I believe in hedging my bets."

"You have to rely on whatever sparks you have inside."

"Just look at the fellow, standing there like a bloody Greek god. Do you think she chose him because of his intellect?"I graduated from Cambridge, Christopher said acidly. "Should I have brought my diploma?"

"You can never be truly happy in a life unless you have known a sorrow. All terrible things we have gone through in life have created spaces inside us where happiness can live Not to mention love."

"What do ladies wear beneath their riding trousers?""I would think an infamous rake would already know.""I was never infamous. In fact, I'm fairly standard as far as rakes go.""The ones who deny it are the worst."

"El infierno es saber que tenAas tan poca fe en mi amor que estabas dispuesta a condenarme a la agonAa de por vida."

"You'll have me, Cam whispered. "You'll have me, hummingbird. I'm your fate- even if you won't admit it yet."

"I hate you for all the years I 'll have to live without you. How can a heart hurt this much and still go on beating? How can I feel this bad without dying from it?I 've bruised my knees with praying to have you back. None of my prayers have been answered. I tried to send them up to heaven but they 're trapped here on earth, like bobwhites beneath the snow. I try to sleep and it's like I 'm suffocating.Where have you gone?Once you said that if I wasn't with you, it wouldn't be heaven.I can't let go of you. Come back and haunt me. Come back."

"And although I appreciated their kindness more than they would ever know, it's a fact that friends last longer the less you use them."

"Dear Lord, she said in a strangled whisper. "I can bear it for a while...but please don't let it hurt forever."

"So if you were dating the UPS guy, he could buy you whatever the hell he wanted. But I cant."well...yes, but I'd never date the UPS guy. Those brown shorts are just not a turn-on for me."

"There's only one thing a bully respected: bigger bully."

"So you actually need spectacles, Leo finally said."Of course I do, Marks said crossly. "Why would I wear spectacles if I didn't need them?"I thought they might be part of your disguise."My disguise?"Yes, Marks, disguise. A noun describing a means of concealing someone's identity. Often used by clowns and spies. And now apparently governesses. Good God, can anything be ordinary for my family?"

"Everything you do or say interests me.""Really," she said skeptically. "What about Lord Westcliff's claim that I'm shallow and self-absorbed?"As she faced him, Simon braced one hand on the wall near her head and leaned over her protectively. His voice was very soft. "He doesn't know you.""And you do?""Yes, I know you." He reached out to finger a tendril of damp hair that clung to her neck. "You guard yourself carefully. You don't like to depend on anyone. You're determined and strong-willed, and you're decided in your opinions. Not to mention stubborn. But never self-absorbed. And anyone with your intelligence could never be called shallow."

"I think in a moment of weakness, you might surprise yourself."

"I'll follow you to the next life if I have to," he whispered harshly in her ear. "You'll never be free of me. I'll chase you through heaven and hell and beyond." He continued to whisper without stopping while his hands gripped her body close to his. "You stay with me, Holly," he muttered savagely. "Don't do this to me. You stay, damn you."

"You're mad, he said in a low voice, "if you think I would leave you now. I'll see you safe and well no matter what it takes."

"A woman could do that to you - reach that place in your soul where the best and worst of you was kept. And once she was there, she owned that place and never left."

"One glance and I knew exactly who and what he was. The classic alpha male, the kind who had spurred evolution forward about five million years ago by nailing every female in sight. They charmed, seduced, and behaved like bastards, and yet women were biologically incapable of resisting their magic DNA."

"The question, love, is whether you want me enough to take the risk."

"A sixty - eight, he wants you to go down on him but he won't return the favor. It would be sixty-nine but he owes you one."

"When you are in love' hypocrisy won over principle."

"Any man, she muttered, "who wanted to marry into the Hathaway family after this should be shut away in an institution. "Marriage is an institution, he said reasonably, retrieving her gown from the floor."

"For some reason Miss Jenner had seen fit to come uninvited to Sebastian's home at a scandalously late hour. To make the situation even more compromising, she was unaccompanied-and spending more than a half minute alone with Sebastian was sufficient to ruin any girl. He was debauched, amoral, and perversely proud of it. He excelled at his chosen occupation-that of degenerate seducer-and he had set a standard few rakes could aspire to."

"The guy who broke up with me... he was exactly like you, in the beginning. Charming, and nice. They're all like you in the beginning. But I always end up like this. And I can't do it anymore."

"She felt tears slip from beneath her lashes, no matter how she tried to blink them back. Her heart was ablaze. It seemed that her entire life had led to this man, this moment of unexpressed love."