“You're in love, my old friend, and that is the downfall of all good men.”

“You're insane, but you're my kind of man.”

“Everyone knows ladies love Cajuns. It's in our blood and our language is the language of romance.""Your language is the language of bullshit. You're just a couple of good ole boys with pretty faces. Women just ought to know better.”

“I made the decision fifteen years ago that you were my life. My everything. You were with me in my dreams my dark lover my friend and confidant.”

“You're the kind of man my mother warned me about.”

“I think my vision's blurred," he murmurred.SHe responded with a hesitant laugh. "If that's all that happened, you're a heck of a better kisser than I am. I can't stand up.""I'm afraid to touch you. We might go up in flames."She sighed. "They story of my life...”

“Abbey," Sarah said, "life is to be lived. If you're living, you're going to stumble along the way.""All the time?" Abigail lept to her feet and began to pace. "I have such a bad temper and when I was in my teens, I wasn't above using my gift for revenge. None of you did that."Joley slowly raised her hand, sliding down in the chair as she did so. Hannah followed suit, though she didn't look in the least remorseful. Sarah shrugged her shoulders and raised her hand and glared at Elle, who just grinned sheepishly and put up a couple of fingers. Carol tossed her head and waved her arm with gusto.”