“I don't want to look ravishing. I want to BE ravished.”

“How do I look?" Amanda asked.Jack shook his head ruefully as he glanced at her. No one could mistake the remaining flush on her cheeks, or the soft sparkle of her eyes, or her lusciously swollen mouth, for anything other than the results of physical passion. "Like you've been ravished," he said flatly.She astonished him by smiling. "Hurry, please. I want to go inside my house and consult a looking glass. I've always wanted to know what a ravished woman looks like.”

“If your concern is that I may be overcome with manly ardor and ravish you in a moment of weakness… I may. If you ask nicely.”

“Beatrix, do you know what happens to girls who ask such naughty questions?”“They’re ravished in haylofts?” she inquired hopefully.”

“You can’t live another minute for me. This life is yours and you have to start living it. I want you to be happy. Do you hear me, Lor? You deserve to be happy.”

“God may not be there when you want him but he is always on time.”

“I don't want to be dying. I want to be dead.”