She considered herself unconventional.

It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her almost speechless. Then there was the fury with herself—for she had known what Henry’s love was, and still she had gone back to suffer a little more at his hands.

Life was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.

Her life, she realized, had all the charm of a steel trap.

Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery.

Henry turned his hat in his hands but went on looking at Diana in a way that made her want to crawl into his arms and stay there forever.

There was no pleasure like being envied on a mass scale.