I need someone who can keep up with me, not some sickly creature that looks as if he’s doddering off to the grave.

Dear me. Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.

Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places. Perhaps hearts are the same.

And lo and behold, my diabolical plan is working.

Speaking of hope, did you see that shot Alec got off with his bow? That's my boyfriend.

There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.

She shook her head. She was so pale under the diffuse lamp-light that she looked almost transparent, as if Simon could have looked right through her. The way, he supposed, he always had.