I Am Sincere, Ma Petite, Even When

Most Women Complain That There Are No Single, Straight Men Left. I’d Just Like To Meet One Who’s Human.

You Should Hit Him In The Face With Frying Pans More Often," Said Rhys "he Seems To Like It

Every Ruler Should Strive For His People To Love Him. But If They Cannot Love You, Then Make Them Fear You. Love Is Better, But Fear Will Do The Job.

I'm Not Sure There Are Enough White Roses In The World To Make Me Forget Richard." I Held Up My Hand Before She Could Interrupt. "but I'm Not Sure There Are Enough Cozy Afternoons In All Eternity To Make Me Forget Jean-claude.

I Stared At Jean-claude And It Wasn't The Beauty Of Him That Made Me Love Him, It Was Just Him. It Was Love Made Up Of A Thousand Touches, A Million Conversations, A Trillion Shared Looks. A Love Made Up Of Danger Shared, Enemies Conquered, A Determination To Neither Of Us Would Change The Other, Even If We Could. I Love Jean-claude, All Of Him, Because If I Took Away The Machiavellian Plottings, The Labyrinth Of His Mind, It Would Lessen Him, Make Him Someone Else.