You must save what you can of your life; you musn't lose it all simply because you've lost a part.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening.

It's a ridiculous book, filled with wicked fantasies and silly notions and improbable romance. But you ought to read the rest, just the same.'

'Why?'

'Because it has a happy ending.

A trio of reputations lie at the heart of Henry James's 'The Portrait of a Lady.'

...Why haven’t we had sex in six days?”

“Because you have a bullet wound.”

She cocked her head. Devin braced himself for the barrage of bullshit she was about to spew. “Last I checked, I didn’t get shot in the pussy; I got shot in the arm. And since you’re not into armpit fucking, there shouldn’t be a problem.” Her gaze dropped to his crotch. “Or is there?

...and the great advantage of being a literary woman, was that you could go everywhere and do everything.