“Once we are married, those angry little scowls won't be allowed," Lily pouted, feeling ignored. "I want a handsome husband...or at least as handsome as he could be.”

“...he is handsome in the way you'd like your husband to be handsome. Someone you can look at for the rest of your life.”

“Are you sure you want to marry him, Lily? Marriage is a serious vow and you really don't know the man."Lily rolled her eyes. "Who really knows anyone before they marry? And while his lordship may not be very handsome, he is exceptionally clever,don't you think? I mean,he did come up with the plan to save us all and let us stay.”

“You don't feel you could marry me instead? Got no brains, of course, and I ain't a handsome fellow, like Jack, but I love you. Don't think I could ever love anyone else.”

“Sloane,” he said. “You know those stories that little kids read. The ones where the princess always falls in love with the handsome prince despite the bad guy’s effort to thwart it?”“Yeah,” I said wondering where he was going with this. “I’m not the handsome prince. I’m the bad guy.”Siva and Sloane”

“Happy are those who choose, those who accept being chosen, the handsome heroes, the handsome saints, the perfect escapists.”