“Vittoria slipped off her robe. 'You've never been to bed with a yoga master, have you?”

“If you think you're too small to make a difference, you've never been to bed with a mosquito.”

“If you think you're too small to make a difference, you've obviously never been in bed with a mosquito.”

“The truth is, you can never really know a man until you've loaned him money. And you can never know a woman until you've slept in her bed.”

“Have I never understood you, Katherine? Have I been very selfish?’ 'Yes ... You've asked her for sympathy, and she's not sympathetic; you've wanted her to be practical, and she's not practical.”

“Because." He leaned forward, his hand slipping up her back to unerringly trace the scar tissue of the design burned there, now concealed under the robe. "Someone drew you wings a long time ago and you've been trying to decide whether to fly away ever since." <…> "And because when I look at you, I think you're a gift from God.”