“Don't talk. Kill it."That might be the sweetest thing a woman's ever said to me on a first date.”

“If you don't want to have sex, I don't want to talk about our feelings."He scrubbed his hand through his hair, looking confused. "Well, that's for damn sure the first time a woman's ever said that to me.”

“I don't care if you wear a muu muu or a tutu, you'll still be beautiful.""That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me," I joked with him. "And you get extra points for making it rhyme.”

“It's only one date. I can do it. And you'll probably lose interest afterward.""No other woman's ever needed to give herself a pep talk to spend time with me.""That you know of.”

“You might be the cruelest person I’ve ever met,” he said in a conversational tone.“What?” I gasped.“My first wife killed herself. Took me centuries to get over it and love again, yet you weren’t going to mention that you might be compelled to slay yourself in front of me.”

“The taste of things recovered is the sweetest honey we will ever know.”