There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.

Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?

My son always says I like very weird music.

I like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young.

Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness and love.

The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.

She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company.