Roan rubbed his eyes, restraining the urge to ask if “light domination” meant he liked having his dates order for him in restaurants.

I don’t know how breeder marriages ever work, since the wife never seems to understand.

I’m not going to lie to you and say it gets easier, because it doesn’t. It’s just that you get used to it. The human animal has an amazing capacity to get used to almost anything.

Roan looked at Paris and wondered where they would go from here and if there would be any light at the end of the tunnel before it collapsed on top of them. Too bad there was really no such thing as a happy ending.

Strong could be dealt with – but crazy? Oh no. You never knew what the crazy were going to do.

He liked people who knew weird things, just because it seemed to hint at some odd inner life.

After what Holden and Kevin had told him, and what he could find himself, he just wanted to sit this guy down, talk calmly and rationally, and then beat him so bad his grandkids would be born dizzy and bleeding from the eyeballs.

Something in him just lived to be contrary. If he couldn’t have their respect, he’d accept their hate.

What doesn't kill you can be ignored until the immediate crisis has passed.

I think all people who are obsessed with other people's sex lives are hiding something.