I do believe that his given name is something odd. Peregrine, Penrose- Piers, that's it." "He sounds like a dock." Lord Sundron put in. "Mrs. Hutchins called me a light frigate this morning," Linnet said "a dock might be just the thing for me.

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

I never did learn how to live in the moment, but I did learn that moments could be wasted and the world would continue to spin on its axis.

I woke up this morning,” Gabriel said, “thinking of nothing more than rolling over and pulling you into my arms and kissing you again. Kissing: only kissing. As if I were a green boy of fourteen. In case you don’t realize it, Kate, kissing is not a man’s usual inclination in the morning.

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.

Sometimes I spend all day in my dressing gown. But if I do dress, I make myself ravishing because then, I feel ravishing.

It’s better to live like a flame, to know a man and love him even if he can’t be yours, then never to love at all.