If my heart were a compass, you'd be North.

I could not help staring back, for they made quite a contrast: Kate's pale skin and elegant purple suit, Nadira's dusky skin and exotic fiery sari. "Do we clash?" Nadira said dryly. "We certainly do," said Kate. "Would you like me to move?" "Don't trouble yourself.

His speech failed to rouse an enthusiastic cheer, but no one dared contradict him.

I believe there is something on this earth that you desire more than anything, and it isn't me.

IMBECILE!" the chef shouted. "Next time why don't you just put your whole HAND in the food, hey? Yes, your whole hand, or maybe your FACE! I arrange the food on plates with care, are you understanding what I am telling you? It is part of the art form of cooking, yes? A lovely plate of food is a thing of beauty! And then you, NUMBSKULL, come along and put your fat greasy FINGERS all over my plate, and SHAKE the plate, and move my food all around the plate until it looks like pigs' vomit!" "Chef Vlad!" I cried out in delight.

It was as though, in one moment, he had become a stranger. And I a stranger to myself.

You see, when medicine works, it is blessed science, and when it fails, it is witchcraft. - Polidori