You flatter me shamelessly. I like it. Good.
It was as though, in one moment, he had become a stranger. And I a stranger to myself.
If my heart were a compass, you'd be North.
There is a passion in you that scares me.
I'm cursed with this puritanical streak that makes me want everything to be about something. It's a terrible affliction.
You two were in a cave together?’ said Miss Simpkins in horror. ‘Yes,’ said Kate, ‘and it was very, very dark.