Olivia: You didn't even know I was there! Harry: Excuse me, yes I did.

It's only through sheer force and luck that she's yet to take over the world.

He sucked his lips in an attempt not to laugh. "Aren't you Spanish?" She raised one arm in a salute. "Viva la Queen Isabella!" "I see. Then why are you speaking with a French accent?

Love is blind,” Harriet quipped. “But not illiterate,” Elizabeth retorted.

He said he loved me,” she whispered. Daniel swallowed, and he had the strangest sensation, almost a premonition of what it must like to be a parent. Someday, God willing, he’d have a daughter, and that daughter would look like the woman standing in front of him, and if ever she looked at him with that bewildered expression, whispering, “He said he loved me . . .” Nothing short of murder would be an acceptable response.

No. Haven’t you been listening?” Marcus would always remember that moment. It was to be the first time he would ever be faced with that most vexing of female quirks: the question that had nothing but wrong answers.

Any man, you'll soon learn, has an insurmountable need to blame someone else when he is made to look a fool.