Ah, well. Life's too short for moderation, wouldn't you say?

Oh, Grey, no one really likes keeping secrets. The only thing that makes a secret fun is knowing that you weren't supposed to tell it.

Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending, then flowering so spectacularly that none could help but cherish it.

Oh, there was harm indeed for a young lady flattered by the brief attentions of a handsome man.

A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you weren't.

Quite simply the book and I were meant to be together.

The girl in the mirror caught my eye briefly...It is an uncanny feeling, that rare occasion when one catches a glimpse of oneself in repose. An unguarded moment, stripped of artifice, when one forgets to fool even oneself.