“To know for an hour you were mine completely --Mine in body and soul, my own --I would bear unending tortures sweetly,With not a murmur and not a moan.A lighter sin or a lesser errorMight change through hope or fear divine;But there is no fear, and hell has no terror,To change or alter a love like mine.”

“If you were mine,” he murmured low under his breath, “I would walk through the fires of hell itself to keep you away from a man like me.”

“You sought the power of my book . . . But that power is mine . . . mine alone . . . carelessly you a lesser entity, toyed with it . . . but it is mine . . . just as the book was mine . . . and now you are mine . . . and I . . . I am hungry.”

“We feel encouraged to go further with our instincts, not to change ourselves for love. If I were yours and you were mine, I would want you to be exactly as you are. I would never eclipse you with my desires.”

“If you were mine, I would never be able to walk away from you. If you were mine, I'd worship every inch of your body with my hands, lips, and tongue. If you were mine, I wouldn’t be able to stand in the same room as you without running my hands over your skin and tasting your lips. If you were mine…”

“I remainMistress of mine own self and mine own soul”