“Oh my gosh, she'd cracked. Her mother was right. Too much Wonderland and sugar had finally rotter her brain.”

“Bad boys needed love too. Her boys weren't dangerous-just naughty.”

“Why any self-respecting fairy godmother would pass them over for an inane twit who relied on animals to do her housecleaning was beyond her.”

“But her mother had looked at her curiously, gravely, puzzled by this creature who seemed all contradictions - at one moment so hard, at another so gentle, gentle to tenderness, even. Anna had been stirred, as her child had been stirred, by the breath of the meadowsweet under the hedges; for in this they were one, the mother and daughter, having each in her veins the warm Celtic blood that takes note of such things - could they only have divined it, such simple things might have formed a link between them.”

“It's like when I first saw you at the Diabetic. I went up to you, but really you made the first move.""Shut up!" She remains unconvinced. "How?"I don't answer. I sit still. Then I look at her slyly out of the corner of my eye, before looking away. I look at her again, for longer this time, then drop my eyes. For my final look I stare, and bat my eyelashes provocatively.I must do a good job because Nia laughs. It feels goo to know I can do that."You look like such a dufus in those glasses! It's not sexy at all!" She puts her hand to her reddening face. "Oh. Did I really do that?""It worked, didn't it?”

“She'd always known that if she'd picked the right man to pluck her cherry, he would appreciate her good taste.Gwen,Kiss Of The Highlander”

“She'd had her way, and had the top--the third time--informing him he was her 'own private playground'.”