The headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.

Henry shook his head, 'I was drunk,' he said, trying to sound both ashamed and firm in this belief. He remembered the rosebush incident very clearly, of course, but he knew that sneaking into the bedroom window of his fiancee's little sister wasn't something he wanted to explain to his father. Sometimes, Henry reflected, being taken for a perpetual drunk was sort of convenient.

She had had no idea what it would do to her seeing him in a suit.

She should have know that villains often come with pretty faces.

She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.

Living too much in one's head can be dangerous.