Oh, it is wonderful to wake up in the morning with things to look forward to!

I found it quite easy to carry on a casual conversation it was as if my real feelings were down fathoms deep in my mind and what we said was just a feathery surface spray.

...I have noticed that when things happen in one's imaginings, they never happen in one's life, so I am curbing myself.

Walking down Belmotte was the oddest sensation-- every step took us deeper into the mist until at last it closed over our heads. It was like being drowned in the ghost of water.

Truthfulness so often goes with ruthlessness.

Am I really admitting that my sister is determined to marry a man she has only seen once and doesn't much like the look of? It is half real and half pretense - and I have an idea that it is a game most girls play when they meet an eligible young men. They just...wonder.

People's clothes ought to be buried with them.