“I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.”

“We all screw up. Everyone makes mistakes. That’s what she did. It was bad judgment, that’s all. You don’t cut off the people you love for mistakes like that.”

“those moments where you stare into a blank space just thinking how useless of a creature you are and that youd LIKE TO CUT YOUR head off so everyone would be happy.........”

“Blake took her face in his hands. “You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go.”

“This was a pretty girl, except she had legs like an Edwardian grand piano...”

“You like doing that, don't you?''Yes, I like kissing you.''No,' she said, 'lifting me off my feet. Carrying me around. Pulling me down to kiss you whenever you get the urge.' She turned to him with a mock glare. 'I think it goes hand in hand with the telling me what to do stuff.'He didn't let go of her hand as he lifted his to run the back of one knuckle down her cheek. 'You like it, too.”