Lindsey

“That woman is a volcano on the point of eruption, with a libido of igneous magma yet the heart of an angel,” he said, licking his lips. “If I had to establish a true parallel, she reminds me of my succulent mulatto girl in Havana, who was very devout and always worshiped her saints. But since, deep down, I’m an old-fashioned gent who doesn’t like to take advantage of women, I contented myself with a chaste kiss on the cheek. I’m not in a hurry, you see? All good things must wait. There are yokels out there who think that if they touch a woman’s behind and she doesn’t complain, they’ve hooked her. Amateurs. The female heart is a labyrinth of subtleties, too challenging for the uncouth mind of the male racketeer. If you really want to possess a woman, you must think like her, and the first thing to do is to win over her soul. The rest, that sweet, soft wrapping that steals away your senses and your virtue, is a bonus.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

“As a child she’d remember everything. Everything. Then children grow up, and you no longer know what they think or what they feel. And that’s how it should be, I suppose.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

“Y.T. is maxing at a Mom’s Truck Stop on 405, waiting for her ride. Not that she would ever be caught dead at a Mom’s Truck Stop. If, like, a semi ran her over with all eighteen of its wheels in front of a Mom’s Truck Stop, she would drag herself down the shoulder of the highway using her eyelid muscles until she reached a Snooze ’n’ Cruise full of horny derelicts rather than go into a Mom’s Truck Stop. But sometimes when you’re a professional, they give you a job that you don’t like, and you just have to be very cool and put up with”
― Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash

“Often, I must speak otherwise than I think. That is called diplomacy.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah