“Tell me,” Cole coaxed again, “how would you handle me?” “Well,” she began hesitantly, her eyes locked on his, “I suppose I’d begin by telling you what a fine figure of a man you are. How handsome—” “Forget about my pretty face,” he interrupted.”
“Do you like that, Devon? Do you like the way I touch you?”
“I can teach you how to think, but I can’t teach you what to think. That is up to you.”
“Power, a paycheck and control do sick things to those who have the illusion of possessing it.”
“Mtu akisema neno usimfuatilie yeye, bali fuatilia neno alilolisema.”