“I think you'll have to marry me, Miss Fielding."

"To save your reputation?"

Derek grinned, bending to kiss the flash of pale throat revealed by the robe. "Someone has to make a respectable man of me.”

“And if you need to kiss me. Then you'll most definitely miss me. When I'm gone.”

“Say you’ll marry me when I come back or, before God, I won’t go. I’ll stay around here and play a guitar under your window every night and sing at the top of my voice and compromise you, so you’ll have to marry me to save your reputation.”

“Then you'll feel your cheek scratched…
A little kiss, like a crazy spider,
Will run round your neck…

And you'll say to me : "Find it!" bending your head
- And we'll take a long time to find that creature
- Which travels a lot…”

“I will take fate by the throat; it will never bend me completely to its will.”

“What the hell is this?” Desandra asked
“This is Cuddles. She's a mammoth donkey.”
Derek grinned, leaning on the fence. “Do you have any self-respect left?”
“Nope.”

“So Sophos thinks you're going to marry me."
"While I think you'll marry Sophos."
"I might. We'll see what he's like when he grows up.”

“…. and Rosie, having baptized me with her cidrous kisses, married a soldier and I lost her for ever.”

“When you kiss me,
And ya miss me.
You hold me tight,
Make everything all right.
I break out - in a cold sweat heh!”

“Sometimes I think someone upstairs saved me from being ordinary.”