“Don't be polite.Bite in.Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin. It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are. You do not need a knife or fork or spoon.For there is no coreor stemor rindor pitor seedor skinto throw away.”

“I dream of giving birth to a child who will ask, Mother, what was war?”

“The touch of your fingersgrazing minedelicate asa single drop of winein a crystal goblet.Rolling it round,I savor it on my tongue,try tomake it lastforever.The words Iloveyouform in the airand melt. Your palm againstmy cheek,light asa snowflake.”

“I have seen many woman in my time. I have seen what love looks like. I have waited my entire life for you. I know you well enough to know I love you and you love me. You may not know it yet but you do. It’s as though my soul is married to yours. I knew the first time I looked at you. I was trying to take things slowly, after all we are at war, but seeing you with her. Knowing what could have happened. Knowing I could have lost you. We don’t have time to take it slowly. I can’t guarantee we will be here tomorrow. I love you. It’s that simple.”

“If all you do is run every time, stop for a minute and take a glance at your back; you may have an idea of what you've been running from”

“You have this lifetime to make the best of your dreams. Don't wait a moment longer and start right now.”

“I’ve no time to wait on your feminine games. We leave now.” In true caveman style, he upended her over his shoulder despite her squealed, “Don’t you dare.”“Oh, stuff it. A deal is a deal. I told you I needed your help. You agreed so long as we escaped. Congratulations. We’re escaping. Now, make it good for the cameras, would you? I’ve got a reputation to create.”