A girl expecting rescue never learns to save herself. Even with the means, she will find her courage wanting.

She hadn't wanted to be loved carefully, only well.

Children don’t require of their parents a past and they find something faintly unbelievable, almost embarrassing, in parental claims to a prior existence.

She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.

In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else.

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

Gerry?' Laurel had to strain to hear thought the noise on the other end of the line. 'Gerry? Where are you?' 'London. A phone booth on Fleet Street.' 'The city still has working phone booths?' 'It would appear so. Unless this is the Tardis, in which case I'm in serious trouble.