“But lifting his dry hand
He lightly touched the flowers:
"Tell me how men kiss you,
Tell me how you kiss men."”

“He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.”

“Kiss me as if you made believe
You were not sure, this eve,
How my face, your flower, had pursed
It's petals up.”

“Men used to tell me how they used butter for sex, now they tell me how they’ve eliminated it from their diet.”

“You intolerable lunatic," he snarled at me, and then he caught my face between his hands and kissed me.”

“Just how much abuse will you be able to take? Well, there's no way to tell by the first kiss.”

“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”

“Tell me Jesse, does she sigh when you kiss her too”

“Tell me how you measure me, and I will tell you how I will behave.”

“And why had Deb's last boyfriend dumped her?
I dumped him.
Maybe you didn't French-kiss him enough.
I promise you that wasn't it.
Tell me how many times a day you kissed, and I'll say if it was enough.
Four hundred.
Not enough.”