“For the next eight and a half months, you're going to be mine. Every. Night.”
“There, you are officially mine for the next forty-eight hours.”
“Every day she waits for night-time. She goes to bed at half past eight because that is the earliest time she can imagine going to bed and because that means that the day is officially over and she doesn't have to do anything more about it. About anything.”
“Most of the time one night blends into the next and weeks blend into weeks and months into other months. And sooner or later we all die. But at the beginning of the night anything’s possible.”
“My darling, you are indisposed! You must remain abed for the next eight months. Little Buford - ""I am NOT naming our child Buford...”
“If things are going untowardly one month, they are sure to mend the next.”