“If I need you I'll give you a signal.''What signal?''I'll imitate the scream of a terrified little girl”

“Don't make me have to choose between what I want and what you think I need. 'Cause I'll always be your little girl, but even little girls have got to dream.”

“The confusing signals, the impurity of the signal, gives you verisimilitude, as when you attend a funeral and notice that it's being poorly done.”

“You're very welcome," she said, giving my hair a hard tug. "You should be used to being gawked at by now.""And yet I'm not.""Well, if it gets too bad, give me a signal, and I'll get up on the banquet table, toss my skirt over my head, and do a little dance. That way no one will be looking at you.”

“When you need to lose control, to let go, to fall apart, I'll give you that. And I'll catch you afterwards. But if you need to be the one in charge, I'll give you that too.”

“Miss Remy, I don't know what kind of signals you are trying to give me, but the more you challenge me, the sexier I find you.”