Meanwhile,” Simon added, “I wanted to tell you that lately I‘ve been cross-dressing. Also, I‘m sleeping with your mom. I thought you should know.

Henry patted Charlotte’s shoulder anxiously. “Would you like a cool cloth? What can I do to help?” “You could ride up to Yorkshire and chop that old goat’s head off.” Charlotte sounded mutinous. “Won’t that make things rather awkward with the Clave?” asked Henry. “They’re not generally very receptive about, you know, beheadings and things.

I'm afraid to answer that. I've heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas.

Sometimes he thought they were all forsaken, every soul on this earth.

He was standing leaning against the door frame; now he stood up straight. "How should I have kissed you? Is there an other way you like it?

She had thought she was going to save her mother, and now there was going to be nothing for her to do but sit by her mother's bedside, hold her limp hand, and home someone else, somewhere else, would be able to do what she couldn't.

Some are just born bad, and that's all there is to it.