One more time, she promised herself. That wasn't too trollopy. She wouldn't be too trollopy. But when they actually got to the guardhouse? Trollopy.

The books weren't exactly Linnet's general reading fare, but a desperate woman will read anything.

I would prefer not to throw myself on a funeral pyre. Please come back to me.

Dogs do tricks. Cats play tricks.

He wanted to grow old with her, or not grow old at all.

Shame can kill the imagination. It's hard to keep writing in the face of cultural derision.

Here, drink your liqueur," Henry said, tossing back her drink. "I carry it with me everywhere because it's the only kind of drink that Leo doesn't like, so there's a chance I'll still have some tomorrow.