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

I don't like your tone," was Violet's standard answer when one of her children was winning an argument.

Your heart is free now." "No," he whispered. "It's yours.

Do I look like a mess?” she asked. He nodded. “But you’re my mess,” he whispered.

It has oft been said that physicians make the worst patients, but it is the opinion of This Author that any man makes a terrible patient. One might say it takes patience to be a patient, and heaven knows, the males of our species lack an abundance of patience.

This is why I didn't get married last year," she said to him. "I wouldn't be here to nurse you." She thought about that for a moment. "Of course, one could make the argument that you wouldn't be in this situation if not for me. But we're not going to dwell upon that.

Of course none of those men was suitable. Half were after your fortune, and as for the other half—well, you would have reduced them to tears within a month.” “Such tenderness for your youngest child,” Hyacinth muttered. “It quite undoes me.