“I flatter myself on being able to at times walk out of the house looking like a poor man's Paris copy ...”

“Was it possible—was it at all possible that she could come out of her most desperate choice with a man as clever as Odysseus who looked like Achilles and made love like Paris…?”

“See, I know this game. You flatter me, make me laugh and feel good about myself. Then the next thing I know you’re walking out the door with your pockets stuffed with my money, telling the world what an asshole I am. Let’s just skip straight to the end where you get out of my house and tell everyone I’m a dick. Yeah, that works for me. (Aiden)”

“I hate them for not being in pain like me, hate them for being able to enjoy themselves. Hate myself for feeling that way.”

“And I reminded myself that a woman should be able to dress as she liked without a man hurting her...”

“I walk away from him. It's enormously pleasing to me, this walking away. It's like being able to make people appear and vanish, at will.”