“The wind held the door open for me, and I appreciated it. Who knew the breeze was such a southern gentleman?”

“I was a gentleman over everything. An ass-appreciating gentleman. We are the finest kind of man. I should open my own ass-appreciating gentleman’s club one day.”

“Now be a gentleman and open the door for me. My hands are full.”

“I’m a Southern girl. I like when they open the door and pull out a chair. I’m really into a man’s man.”

“Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze.”

“The barriers we face in life are so often the ones we create in our minds. As a child I couldn’t open that wooden gate because my body prevented me from doing so. As a teenager it seemed I couldn’t open that door because my mind held me hostage. The world that waited beyond it now was no longer one of safety or escape. Instead, I knew every time that I opened that door, it would be to a life of psychological insecurity and emotional entrapment. She - that cerebral leech who clung to all my thoughts - convinced me of this fact. Only with her could I find and maintain an asylum of mental armour”