“Good morning, Hell-A. In the land of the lotus-eaters, time plays tricks on you. One day youre dreaming, the next, your dream has become your reality. It was the best of times. If only someone had ...”

“The groom should not see you in the dress just before the wedding, thats bad luck. You know whats worst luck? Is getting married, itself. Ive read studies. Its like 2 out of 3 of those end in divor...”

“I cant teach you how to write, and anybody who says they can is full of shit.”

“She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.”

“You know why love stories have happy endings?” I shake my head.“Because they end too early,” she continues. “They always end right at the kiss. You never have to see all the bullshit that comes lat...”

“When it comes to emotions, women know how to paint with the full set of oils, while men are busy doodling with crayons.”

“Hate. Huh. He'd never hated himself. If anything, he'd always liked himself a little too much. Once, a human female had even accused him of picturing his own face while he climaxed. He hadn't denie...”

“Ash is going to kick your ass, Daemon."Daemon's grin went up a notch. "Nah, she likes my ass too much for that.”

“You're Nash's brother. And a grim reaper?" She blinked again, and I readied myself for hysterics, or fear, or laughter. But knowing emma, I should have known better. "So you, what? Kill people? Did...”

“A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.”

“I've always said that idleness dulls the spirit. We have to keep the brain busy, or at least the hands if we don't have a brain.”

“If your workplace was somehow transplanted into the jungle and everyone was forced to survive at a very primitive level, it's safe to say that eventually your boss would rape you.”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”