Don’t tell me your name. It’s likely to awaken my conscience, and that’s the last thing we want.

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.

She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.

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.

No man of any intelligence would pretend to know a female mind.

I can imagine no greater bliss than to lie about, reading novels all day.

I have to tell you it was the first time even after all these years of expecting my own death that i truly knew what it meant to die because with you gone there was nothing left for me to live for.