Those are facts. Are they the truth? No, for they do not tell you of the heart, and that is where truth lives.

Now I was more certain than ever of my decision. I could not love a man who did not love Jane Austen.

Fate is by far the greatest mystery of all.

To say that I met Nicholas Brisbane over my husband's dead body is not entirely accurate. Edward, it should be noted, was still twitching upon the floor.

If you were a man, your ladyship, I would cordially horsewhip you for that remark.

When the wind is right and the cloud is gone, you can see down this road as far as Darjeeling," I told her. "But it is a long and difficult road, full of perils, and if a traveller on foot were to look at the length of it, his spirit would be overcome and he would sit down and refuse to go any further. You must not look to the end of the road, Portia. Look only to the step in front of you. That you can do. Just one step. And you will not make the journey alone.

Oh, yes. I mean to marry him. But not because I want him to give me a life. I want to marry him to share the life I already have. The difference, I think you will find, is a significant one.