“I reminded myself that according to the consensus of opinion, a forty-year-old woman was in her sexual prime, while a man’s was at the age of 19. Which meant Sebastian was already past his prime: although there was no evidence that anyone had told him that.”

“... forty's nothing, at fifty you're in your prime, sixty's the new forty, and so on.”

“These years are still the years of my prime. It is important to recognise the years of one's prime, always remember that.”

“I was eight years old when I realized that my G.I. Joe and Optimus Prime were more than friends,” I told her. “Theirs was a forbidden love that dared not speak its name.”“Optimus Prime is a robot,” Jenny said. “Humans and robots can’t be in love.”“Oh,” Sandy groaned. “You shouldn’t have said that.”“Blasphemy!” I hissed at her.“It’s true!” she insisted.“I hope you never have children,” I snapped.”

“I don't think there will be a woman prime minister in my lifetime.”

“My penis is seven. Not years old or even inches. No, my genitalia is the prime number seven. Isn’t that odd?”