No." Mosca bit her lip and shook her head firmly. Books no longer seemed quite enough. I don’t want a happy ending, I want more story.

It did seem hard to be doing something heroic while everyone was too busy to notice.

My dear fellow," he continued more soberly, "If you have managed to complicate things by forming a sentimental attachment in less than a week, then I doubt there is anything I can do for you. You, sir, are a romantic, and I suspect your condition is incurable.

Revenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance - like a thrown trifle.

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.

If you want someone to tell you what to think..." "You will never be short of people willing to do so.

Brand a man as a thief and no one will ever hire him for honest labor - he will be a hardened robber within weeks. The brand does not reveal a person's nature, it shapes it.