“I sort of......accidentally....tore it to pieces.And threw it in the fire. Well, he was mine after all.”

“What did Fairweller say? When you delivered the note?""Oh," said Clover, calming a little. "Well...nothing, actually. I sort of...accidentally...tore it to pieces.""Accidentally," Azalea echoed."And threw it into the fire," said Clover."Oh.”

“Let me guess: you were one of those kids who had a chair dedicated to you in detention in school.""Was not. They retired my chair after it sort of accidentally caught on fire. There's a plaque there now.”

“May I take your vein for a moment? I find myself... curiously depleted"Okay, right. Talk about your Johnny-on-the-spots: He locked them in and all but tore off his arm and threw it at her.”

“His lips touched mine again, breathing me in like I was his air, then he tore his mouth from mine; panting. "Please Grace, whatever it is you're going after, please try to find it here in me. I will try my best to be the man that you need me to be.”

“He wondered if she'd mind if he threw her down on the blanket and tore off her clothing. (..) She looked heartbreakingly innocent. Alex sighed. She'd probably mind.”