“I'd vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I'd been born, just a lot more wrinkly.”

“When he'd pushed inside me and I'd feel him begin to penetrate, it had turned me into a wild thing-hot, wet, and desperate for more of him. With every kiss, every caress, every thrust, I'd just needed more. He'd touched me, I went nuts. The world dwindled down to one thing: him.”

“What part of 'directly' didn't you understand?""Same part of 'play well with others' you never understand, O cantankerous one," I muttered.He laughed, surprising me [...] "I'd be a lot less cantankerous if you admitted you wanted to fuck me and we got down to it.”

“No way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons.It's not your pen.”

“Women have been repeating the same mistake since time began: falling for a man’s potential. We rarely see it the same way, and even more rarely care to achieve it.”

“I'd teach them to read and to dream and to look at the stars and wonder. I'd teach them the value of imagination. I'd teach them to play every bit as hard as they worked. And I'd teach them that all the brains in the world can't compensate for love.”

“I'd never been turned on by the Ken doll—even before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing.”