You’re a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.

You, sir, are a romantic, and I'm afraid the condition is incurable. -Eponymous Clent

I'm never telling the truth again! It gets you hanged and locked out and starved and froze and hated . . .

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

Push something in someone’s face, and they will shove it away reflexively. Threaten to snatch it away from them, and sometimes they become convinced that it is what they want.

So this was a nest of radicals. She thought a hotbed of sedition would involve more gunpowder and secret handshakes, and less shuffling of feet and passing the sugar.

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