Well, if you weren't flirting with him"-his voice had now grown a little plaintive-"who was he, and what did you want with him anyway?" "If you are so determined to bore me, I may just have to go home." Astrid sighed carelessly, "What a shame, when I am wearing such a pretty dress.

That was the way love was, she guessed-it left you always unsteady on your feet.

She was like a heroine in a novel that she herself was writing the character kept protesting that she was too strong for love and yet the narrator went on describing her desire.

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.

Always stay sharp on railways and cruise ships for transit has a way of making everything clear.

In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.

All really interesting girls invent themselves.