He doesn't jingle my chimes.
Peggy Webb, The Mona Lucy.
“You're wearing a lace thong?" Dolly clapped her hands. "That's absolutely perfect for romance.”
“The jangle of the telephone rousted Matt out of a deep sleep. He never dreamed. Dreams were too messy.”
“She was a beautiful woman, fresh-scrubbed and wholesome. Just like his ex-fiancee. A heartless floozy in disguise.”
“Careful, Sandi. You're about to let your bulldog mouth overload your bird-dog bite.”
“How could he try to get Sandi to reveal her true colors when she was a rainbow?”
“The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each...”
“Tonight was... well, it was perfect for me too. You've turned my world upside down. I've fallen in love with you, chica, and it scares the fuckin' shit outta me. I've been shakin' all night, becaus...”
“Love must not entreat,' she added, 'or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself. Then it ceases merely to be attracted and begins to attract.”
“There are many things that make a man irritable when he arrives home from work in the evening and a sensible wife will usually notice the storm-signals and will leave him alone until he simmers down.”
“Oblivion, she thought. That was the world she lived in. It was what they should name some countries, towns, and places.”
“A lot of men wouldn't like being called a romantic. It's not macho enough.'Quite often men are fools.”