“Men. The day they learned to admit to a mistake was the day they became women.”

“It was a damned good thing men couldn’t have children. Gregory took no shame in admitting that thehuman race would have died out generations earlier.”

“With an admittedly goofy spring in his step, he made his way across the main hall to the breakfast room, pausing only to peek through the sitting room at the large window, which some enterprising footman had pulled open to let in the warm, spring air. What a day, what a day. Birds were chirping, the sky was blue, the grass was green (as always, but it was still an excellent thing), and he had kissed Miss Wynter.He nearly bounced right off his feet, just thinking about it.It had been splendid. Marvelous. A kiss to deny all previous kisses. Really, he didn’t know what he’d been doing with all those other women, because whatever had happened when his lips had touched theirs, those had not been kisses.Not like last night.”

“I don't know why people persist in believing women are inferior, when it is quite clear that men are the more feeble-minded of the two.”

“It was those eyes as much as anything that had earned him his reputation as a man to be reckoned with. When he stared at a person, clear and unwavering, men grew uncomfortable. Women positively shivered.”

“I can imagine no greater bliss than to lie about, reading novels all day.”

“Miranda was nineteen. Her experience with men consisted of Winston and himself. Both of whom hadheretofore been brotherly figures. The poor girl must be confused as hell. Winston had suddenly decidedthat she was Venus, Queen Elizabeth, and the Virgin Mary all rolled into one,and Turner had all butforced himself on her. Not exactly an average day in the life of a young country miss”