War makes strangers bedfellows.

There's an old press-agents' slogan that's good advice: Don't read your publicity - weigh it.

War makes strangers bedfellows.

I guess experience is just learning at first hand the things you knew all along anyway.

She was luxuriously tired and her muscles felt sore from the unaccustomed strain of riding astride. Nothing had ever tasted so good as the cool golden ale she swallowed from a pewter tankard. She slept deeply that night and longer than she had intended.

the end of anything is a relief. In every relationship, even the most valuable, there are certain unpleasant tensions - and the ending of it snaps those taut inner wires.

Charm is the ability to make someone else think that both of you are pretty wonderful.