I can tell you that the end of life is the some of the love that was lived in it.

I suppose we all lie to ourselves sometimes.

I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.

Well, she's not responding to my advances," he observed more brightly than he felt, "so she must be dead." "Or she's a woman of good taste and sense.

Jem drew back from her, looking dazed. "By the Angel," he said. "Perhaps we do need a chaperon.

Mr. Rochester never courted Jane Eyre, Tessa pointed out. No, he dressed up as a woman and terrified the poor girl out of her wits. Is that what you want?

Books are for reading, not for turning oneself into livestock.