Colin stared at the officer. “Thorne, you scare me. I’m not ashamed to say it.

Cleverness is like rouge - liberal application makes a woman look common and desperate. Wit is knowing how to apply it.

He couldn’t compare a woman to a torrentially beautiful monsoon, and then look surprised that he’d gotten wet.

Certainty becomes you.

Is it truly so unfathomable, that an imperfect girl might be perfectly loved?

Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.

Don’t. Don’t play that game.” His brow pressed to hers. “When I heard you cry out . . . it was like a saber to the gut. I wanted to die.

Forgive me, Your Grace. Are you suggesting a woman is some sort of … piece of fruit to you? One squeeze, and you know if she’s ripe?

A man might engage in flirtation with distinterest, even disdain. But he never teases without affection.

What is the world coming to, with these modern women? A man can't tell them what to do.

The Blushing Pansy," his cousin read aloud, in a tone of abject horror. "Tea shop and confectionery." Bram swore. This was going to be ugly.

The future shouldn't be female or male---but one of women and men working together. That's the real definition of equality.

Love is not dependent on someone or something outside of you. One chooses to be Love in each moment as the moment unfolds, regardless of what happened in that moment.

Me, feeling. What a concept.

I had a happy marriage and a nice wife. I accomplished everything you can. What more can you want?

If you can't do, you had best shut up.

It brings joy in sorrow, victory in battle, light to darkness, life to the dead. That is the power of the blood-red jewel which men honor with the name "The Philosopher's Stone.

I'm not the sort to wallow in nostalgia about the good old days.

I feel like I grew up too fast a long time ago.

I think that in terms of the American interests, I would feel more safe with a President Trump representing those interests to the world.

We all have nightmares, we all wake up, we all have certain ideas of something that could be hiding around the corner and the question of does that really exist, but we get on with our lives.