The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.

As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.

So this is how life was, she thought with a faint smile: It wore you down until you emerged at its wildest, most unexpected ends.

A young lady's most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.

Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery.

I can't imagine what my life was before. I can't imagine ever being without you for very long again.