Some people value sentiments over diamonds.

He took her by the shoulders and pulled her closer to him, his fingers knotting in the fabric of her dress. Even more than in the attic, she felt caught in the eddy of a powerful wave that threatened to pull her over and under, to crush and break her, to wear her down to softness as the sea might wear down a piece of glass.

As long as everyone's wearing their own pants." "I see I have come in on a fascinating moment in the conversation.

He was staring straight ahead, still breathing hard. “I have something I want to give you.” “I gathered that.” At that he jerked his gaze back to hers and almost reluctantly grinned. “Not that.

She seemed like a creature made to attract everyone and express nothing real, though it would take a master observer, like Magnus, to know it.

I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have.

I think the main thing to remember when writing a novel is to stay true to the characters.