“Grissom chose to remain completely fair and unbiased: he told every single one of them to go to hell.”

“We all have the potential to commit the crime. We chose not to. Every single day, we chose not to. I am no different”

“He didn't have a single clue what was going on with these two strangers, but every instinct told him Master George equaled good, Mistress Jane equaled bald- he blinked-uh, bad. ”

“The real hell of this," he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.”

“Writers are damned liars. Every single one of them.”

“It was that surrender he needed. That complete feminine submission to every stroke, every caress, ever naughty act. Only in that submission would the subconscious trust, the bond he needed between them, come. He wanted her to trust, to know, to instinctively understand that he was more than just her lover; he was her other half. The one she told her secrets to. The one, she made secrets with.”