Words. I had always loved them. I collected them, like I had collected pretty stones as a child. I liked to roll words over my tongue like a lump of molten honeycomb, savouring the sweetness, the crackle, the crunch.
From his lips/Not words alone pleased her.
You got a way with words, you keep me smiling, even when it hurts.
Women can resist a man's love, a man's fame, a man's personal appearance, and a man's money, but they cannot resist a man's tongue when he knows how to talk to them.
Words impress me. If a man can speak eloquently and beautifully to me, I just melt on the floor.
The only man I knew who could make a curse sound like a caress.
You have witchcraft in your lips, there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French council; and they should sooner persuade Harry of England than a general petition of monarchs.
