“Love...who needed love? As long as she had her books and her friends and an occasional hookup, she was perfectly content.”

“Men she knew'? - she had conceded vaguely to herself that all men who had ever been in love with her were her friends.”

“It matters not, for she did not need her eyes to tell her who she was. She knew it by your love for her.”

“She smiled, content in knowing no one had ever loved her as much as Lucas, and now she knew why. Because no one could love her more, or better, than the demon king.”

“…Anne believed she would in the end hear the words she, like all women, longed to hear, but if he never spoke of it, she would be content with this. He loved her, and she knew it, and he was capable of such tenderness it left her trembling, overwhelmed by her own love for him.” ---The heroine, Anne, spoken of the hero, Cord”

“I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me”