If we are to talk in the language of social constructions, then the construction of the very concepts of the social and the biological must also be elucidated.

There are only two options regarding commitment. You're either in or you're out. There's no such thing as life in-between.

Besides....... who wants a boy? The only boys in our books are the little baby ones the man hero puts inside the heroine.

The others started forward, and I gave them a sharp look. "Don't move!" I snapped, and thankfully, they froze. "Stay right there, both of you," I insisted, holding out an arm, the universal gesture of let's all calm the fuck down. "Everyone relax.

Just make sure you're gone by the time we get to Miles's. It creeps me out to see you sitting in his lap without his permission.

Listen, last time I talked to you three, you were all two oars short of having any oars, so I don't want to hear it.