“Tall, elegant, vital, scornful. A man like that could rock a woman to her very core.”
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and all that jazz. Anna use to be the abstinence poster girl, but post-Shaw you could write a comic book about the many adventures of her vagina. It could wear a cape.”
“the cold and bitter scorn of the passers-by penetrated her very flesh and soul like a north wind.”
“I need you.” He could not go any further down. Rock bottom. And at the very bottom was just this one thing. The core of it all. “Fucking... love you... too much.”
“An elegant woman is a woman who despises you and has no hair under her arms.”
“BRODIE:Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned for SEGA.”