I didn't think I should die but I did not know how I would Live.

This thing between them, this bond—it wasn’t just passion, and it wasn’t wicked. It was love, and it was divine.

She was petite, small in that way that made a man want to slay dragons.

Men. The day they learned to admit to a mistake was the day they became women.

Is there anything else I can do to see to your comfort, Miss Trent?" Perriwick inquired. "She's fine," Blake growled. "Clearly, she--" "Perriwick, isn't the west wing on fire?" Perriwick blinked, sniffed the air, and stared at his employer in dismay. "I do not understand sir.

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

Not that I wish to give you any ammunition, but the sad fact of it is-most men are sheep. Where one goes, the rest will follow. And didn't you say you wished to be married?' 'Not to someone who follows you as the lead sheep.