Rehearsels, actually." "Rehearsals?" "For the-" Oh,no. "-musicale." The Smythe-Smith musical.It finished off what the Crusades had begun.There wasn't a man alive who could maintain a romantic thought when faced with the memory-or the threat-of a Smythe-Smith musicale.

She had been born for this man, and she had spent so many years trying to accept the fact that he had been born for someone else.

You are always looking at people like this.” And then she made a face, one he couldn’t possibly begin to describe. “If I ever look like that,” he said dryly, “precisely like that, to be more precise, I give you leave to shoot me.

I’m not certain you’d know the right sort of man for you if he arrived on our doorstep riding an elephant.” “I would think the elephant would be a fairly good indication that I ought to look elsewhere.

You have to live each hour as if it's your last and each day as if you were immortal. - Kate Sheffield

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

Love works in mysterious ways.