Your past's a private matter, sweetheart. You just keep it locked up in xbox where it can't hurt anyone.

You can never know how your clock runs. But it does run - and always faster than you think.

Truly, Autumn is my season,” the scarlet beast chorted. “Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn and Fall, I have loved best, because they are best to love.

I’m a monster,” said the shadow of the Marquess suddenly. “Everyone says so.” The Minotaur glanced up at her. “So are we all, dear,” said the Minotaur kindly. “The thing to decide is what kind of monster to be. The kind who builds towns or the kind who breaks them.

Whenever one does extraordinary things, someone is bound to try to repeat them for themselves. It's the way of the world.

After love, no one is what they were before.

Why should he be spared?' 'Someone ought to be.' And it will not be me. I have survived, but I have not been spared.