“What are you really studying?" He leans back to look at her. "The statistical probability of love at first sight.”

“What are you doing a study on right now?" "A study on the statistical probablity of love at first sight.”

“What are you really studying?"He leans back to look at her. "The statistical probability of love at first sight.""Very funny," she says. "What is it really?""I'm serious.""I don't believe you."He laughs, then lowers his mouth so that it's close to her ear. "People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely too fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else.”

“It was impossible to tell at first sight whether he loved his meek, obedient wife, Marfa. But he really did lover her, and she knew it.”

“Do you think my Cyn would like a souvenir?" he asked Duncan.Duncan leaned sideways to study the dripping organ."probably not, My lord.”

“You look good.""You look like shit.""That's how I feel.""Good. What do you want?"He gave her a faint smile. "To tell you how much I love you, Izzy. I probably have from the first moment we met.”