She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.

You don’t need to marry a man with millions. You only need to be your exquisite self.

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

Ah well that I can't tell you." Diana ducked her head so that the brim of her bonnet covered her face. "Some things must remain a mystery and for now I think I'll keep my opinion of you and your compliments to myself.

Her heart the damned thing had begun to race and she only hoped that the rapid inflation and deflation of her chest wasn't visible beneath her fitted bodice.

Good girls hold their heads high by daylight, Their grace and their virtue soaring with kites, While bad girls slink along in their shame- Everyone stares at them, everyone blames. But those bad girls sleep soundly at night, Ne'er do their consciences wake them in a fright, While our good girls toss and they turn- They lay awake for those who will burn.

I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.