You’re far too prickly tempered to be a mistress. You’re far better suited as a wife.

I'm asking you to tell Lady Cassandra about my good qualities as well as the bad ones.""What good qualities?" West inquired sharply.Tom had to think for a moment. "How rich I am?

Has anyone been corrupted or defiled?""Since the age of twelve," West said."I wasn't asking you, I was asking the girls.""Not yet," Cassandra replied cheerfully.

Since Love is a greased pig wasn't a particularly dignified motto, she decided the Latin translation was more elegant: Amor est uncta porcus.

We men had a meeting a long time ago, and we all decided, 'It's trousers'. And that's what we've worn ever since.

There are all different kinds of smut,” Pandora said, warming to the subject. “Smut balls, loose smut, stinking smut—”“Pandora,” West interrupted in an undertone, “for the love of mercy, stop saying that word in public.

You're not supposed to be on the bed," he told the puppy. "It's contractually prohibited.

This was getting bloody ridiculous, he thought savagely. If she became any more adorable, endearing, or delectable, something was going to get broken.Most likely his heart.

You can say whatever you like to me. I'm your oyster.