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.

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.

We see our sins reflected everywhere: in the pallor of our intimates’ faces, in the scratching of tree branches against windows, in the strange movements of everyday objects. These may be messages from God or tricks of the eye, but in neither case are we permitted to ignore them.

Diana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

It is a fact of big cities that one girl's darkest how is always another's moment of shining triumph, and New York is the biggest and cruelest city of them all.

The value of secrets is ever fluctuating although ladies who have been in society for a long time learn that a secret kept can be worth more than a secret told.

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