He scooped up Victoria practically before she hit the ground, well within the five-second rule. If she'd been a potato chip, he could have still eaten her. Not something I particularly wanted to contemplate.

I think it was Mark Twain who said, “Get your facts straight, and then you can distort them as much as you like.

He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire. Yeah, that was the life.

I thought again how odd it was to be on formal terms with someone you had once permitted to lick your ears.

You got a little bit of an attitude, Mr. English, if you don't mind my saying so. I don't mind.

I'm not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn't kill me, its foolproof.

The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.