“You can’t steal what no man owns. Like my love, for example. It’s owned exclusively by women.”

“Somehow it seems wrong to photograph a blind person. It’s like stealing something valuable they don’t even know they own.”

“I know what love feels like, but this, this man... fuck me. Steals my breath. Knots me up. Torches me.""No, this is what denying love feels like, man. Why you denying your heart?”

“What are you doing? (Amanda)I'm getting into my car. (Kyrian)You own this?! (Amanda)No. I'm stealing it with the key in my hand. (Kyrian)”

“God, it’s over. Takumi, you gotta stop stealing other people’s problems and get some of your own.”

“Was he a good kisser, Ms. Lane?” Barrons asked, watching me carefully.I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand at the memory. “It was like being owned.”Some women like that.”Not me.”Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning.”I doubt it. I couldn’t breathe with him kissing me.”One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.”Right, and one day my prince might come.”I doubt he’ll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.”