That’s it,” she said, balling her hands in fists. “I’m not letting you out of it this time. I insist that you take me to Scotland. I demand you ruin me. As a point of honor.

Cleverness is like rouge - liberal application makes a woman look common and desperate. Wit is knowing how to apply it.

He couldn’t compare a woman to a torrentially beautiful monsoon, and then look surprised that he’d gotten wet.

Certainty becomes you.

Is it truly so unfathomable, that an imperfect girl might be perfectly loved?

Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.

Don’t. Don’t play that game.” His brow pressed to hers. “When I heard you cry out . . . it was like a saber to the gut. I wanted to die.

Forgive me, Your Grace. Are you suggesting a woman is some sort of … piece of fruit to you? One squeeze, and you know if she’s ripe?

A man might engage in flirtation with distinterest, even disdain. But he never teases without affection.

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

The Blushing Pansy," his cousin read aloud, in a tone of abject horror. "Tea shop and confectionery." Bram swore. This was going to be ugly.

Try taking five minutes for meditation. Close your eyes and in your mind picture Jesus. Watch Him turn, look at you and hear Him...

He had touched her. Bare skin to bare skin. She needed a bleach wipe. She would absolutely use a bleach wipe on her leg. Even if it ate her flesh off.

Live truth instead of professing it.

I already shred all my mail. What am I supposed to do now? Use pay phones? Smoke signals? Train pigeons? There's no such thing as privacy anymore.

I love rhythmic dancing - I'm not derogating it at all. It's just that sometimes you want to whisper, "I adore you." And for that you need strings and woodwinds.

The military is faithful to the constitution. They will come in only to protect the people from the enemies of the state.

Through a grandmother's voice and hands the end of life is known at the beginning.

I have wonderful band mates that make music that I'm forced to listen to for hours on end until I come up with verses, and that in itself is an inspiration - they're awesome.

If you're fighting with emotion instead of structure... it's always going to be a mistake.