“He sleeps with you?""Robert?"Stacey rolled her eyes at that. "No, Ghandi-of course Robert!”

“Grace, you can accept my secrets, my horrors and my friendship but not a simple dress?" Robert asked, hearing my thoughts. - Falling From Grace”

“Robert, I’m sorry that you feel so strange, but I’m not sorry that you’re feeling it because of me,” I whispered, my heart feeling a familiar twinge as I continued, “but even if you hadn’t felt it, it would not change the way I feel about you.”

“But her brown eyes made me stop breathing. They made me stop thinking. It was like a sick game and I wanted out of it because I knew I'd lose.”

“Who do you think you are?" She sneered. "Are you her lover or something?"I nodded. "Yeah. Wanna watch?”

“She opened [the door] and slipped outside easily, while I clomped like a drunken racehorse after her.”

“He looked at me as if I had some kind of 'I hate penises' sign on my forehead.”