I have come to understand something about novels," Tessa said. "And what is that?" "They are not true.

Have you fallen in love with wrong person yet?

I used to think if I married Master Jem—” Sophie picked at the blanket, then looked up and smiled bleakly. “You haven’t broken his heart yet, have you?” “No,” Tessa said. Just torn my own in two. “I haven’t broken his heart at all.

Pulvis et umbra sumsu." ~ Horace, Odes ("We are dust and Shadows")

Truth is brighter than Light Falsehood darker than night Revenge is keener than Axe and Love is softer than melting wax

I know there are monsters on this earth,' said Tessa. 'You cannot tell me otherwise. I have seen them.

I want you to say dreadfully mad, funny things and make up songs and be--' The Will I fell in love with, she almost said. "And be Will," she finished instead. "Or I shall hit you with my umbrella." *** "You would make a very ugly woman." "I would not. I would be stunning." Tessa laughed. “There,” she said. “There is Will. Isn’t that better? Don’t you think so?” “I don’t know,” Will said, eyeing her. “I’m afraid to answer that. I’ve heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas.