Sometimes, she reflected, she dressed for courage, sometimes for success, and sometimes for the consolation of knowing that whatever else went wrong, at least she liked her clothes.

Could I make you believe something that wasn't true?' He studied her through his eyelashes. 'You could make me believe anything at all.

Sometimes, she reflected, she dressed for courage, sometimes for success, and sometimes for the consolation of knowing that whatever else went wrong, at least she liked her clothes.

Coincidence is the word we use when we can't see the levers and pulleys.

We're all immortal until we die.

Is negative space the space you don't like, or the space that is not there? And if it's not there how can you tell?

It was like him, too, to love her and admit to it before he knew if she loved him. Maybe only mortals expected to barter their hearts.