You have superpowers.
I don't have supernerves so don't get on them.

He had even read Pride and Prejudice--although he had thought that many of the heroine's problems would have been solved if someone had simply strangled her mother.

She was halfway through the second yard when she heard Cyprien fall and curse.

No man in the world will turn down a blow job, Alex thought as she dodged through yards and around the houses, putting as much distance between them as she could.
And no man, not even Cyprien, could chase a girl with his pans down.

Yours is... il sent comme lavande."
Is that French for 'You stink'?"
It means 'lavender'."
Huh." She sniffed at her wrist. "I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle.

Showing up underdressed is as smart as standing in the marketplace and shouting you've become an agent for the crown."
"I'd hang myself first. I hate being a female."
"Well until you sprout a beard and cock there you are.

One day it hit me: Truest friends, God bless their hearts, could not care less. They love you, they're pleased you're getting married and, ultimately, they don't give a fig how you get it done.