She glared at him. "I'm not asking you to apologize." "Well, that's a relief.I doubt I could find the words.

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

It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.

It's just that I don't think friends tie friends to the bedpost." James choked on his tea. "Caroline, you have no idea.

He smiled, and suddenly she knew that his words were true. Everything would be all right. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but soon. Tragedy couldn't coexist in a world with one of Colin's smiles.

Darling," he said distractedly,"about the moon..." "Yes?" "I don't think it matters whether you want it or not." "What are you talking about?" "The moon. I think it's yours." Victoria yawned, not bothering to open her eyes. "Fine. i'm glad to have it." "But--" Robert shook his head. He was growing fanciful. the moon didn't belong to his wife. It didn't follow her, protect her. It certainly didn't wink at anybody. But he stared out the window the rest of the way home, just in case

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