“Poireaux vinaigrette aux grains de caviar.” I did a quick translation. “Leeks and fish eggs in vinegar?” He grinned. “It sounds better in French.” Yeah, but did it taste better?”

“You trusted me.''You drugged me!'He grinned. 'Yeah, I did.”

“Ceux qui revent eveilles ont conscience de 1000 choses qui echapent a ceux qui ne revent qu'endormis.The one who has day dream are aware of 1000 things that the one who dreams only when he sleeps will never understand.(it sounds better in french, I do what I can with my translation...)”

“What did Dom Perignon say to fellow monks after he invented champagne? ... Come quickly, I am tasting the stars.”

“The words tasted sour. I agreed with Patrick. In New Orleans, sometimes death did feel more like socializing. And he knew better than anyone else. He frequented postmortem parties daily, trolling for books.”

“You wanna taste me?" he murmured.Yes, I wanted to taste him. I would pay every penny of Aunt Ella's inheritance to taste him."No," I lied.He did a full grin this time, a full satisfied grin. It was hot, so hot my knees totally buckled and he took all my weight into his body."Liar," he whispered...”