“Pleasing a woman, hearing the sultry words spill from her lips as he pushed her over the edge, that’s what got him off.”

“There was nothing like double chocolate chip to solve the sexual problems of women everywhere.”

“There's more truth in a grain of sand than you'll ever hear from man, woman, saint or sage. We classicists would sooner trust a potsherd.”

“Can I keep you?”

“He found her breasts with his hands and dropped his lips to her arching throat, tasting dust and woman sweat and a trace of something that reminded him of apples. She tore his shirt at the throat, ripping it downward, and slipped her hands inside, her fingers like brands of fire across his skin. One minute she was straddling him, the next minute he’d follede on top of her. It was like a dam had burst within them both, releasing a flood tide of desireand urgency. And God help him, he would have taken her right there on the ground with a stampede winding down a hundred yards behind him.”

“What is history if not one endless assault on love?”

“Can I help it if the world cannot worship what it has not first martyred?”