Society is capricious and rewards the bad as often as the good. But it never rewards the quiet.

A duel, a duel, a duel. Is there anything more exciting, more romantic ... or more utterly moronic?

And so Harry became proficient in the task of cleaning up vomit.

This has to be the most self-centered thing I've ever said, but no, I think you just wanted to vex me.

But Hyacinth Bridgerton, who at ten should have known the least about kisses of anyone, just blinked thoughtfully, and said, " I think it's nice. If they're laughing now, they'll probably be laughing forever.

I'm not a gentle pony... I promise you, you will have to work to keep your seat.

Oh, very well, do you want to know why I really think you should keep a journal?" She nodded. "Because someday you're going to grow into yourself, and you will be as beautiful as you already are smart.