A princess always takes care that her words are honeyed, for she may have to eat them

...the pain of the constant, bone-chilling loneliness she'd accustomed herself to. And learned to live with it.

If our legal counsel, Bob Rutherford, works for Satan, Satan should buy Bob a better toupee.

...the haunted always take refuge in stillness.

If you cannot see the bright side of life, polish the dull side.

Are you a man?'' The question slipped out, and she regretted it. Regretted injecting reality into this delicate, lovely dream of passion. ''I thought I had conclusively proved my manhood to you. Shall I do it again?

She wished she hadn't succumbed to irritation. Because she wanted to know about his inner feelings. She always thought people were like pieces of art glass-- strong enough to handle and use, delicate enough to shatter under a strong blow, and filled with swirls of color that fascinated the eye. But while most people--and most glass--allowed light through, she could discern nothing of Devlin's heart and soul through the smoke and mirrors he held before him.