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

You can't eat [literature], that's the problem," he said. "I've tried, it's very dry, and not at all nutritious.

You're like something drawn with the sun's fire, and I can take only little glimpses of you.

I know you pretty well." "Better than anyone I think." I smiled. Her compliment was like a gift itself, only more precious than anything that could be bought.

You two were in a cave together?’ said Miss Simpkins in horror. ‘Yes,’ said Kate, ‘and it was very, very dark.

The preface? Why would he waste time with the preface? Skip the preface and move on to the meat of the thing!

You flatter me shamelessly. I like it. Good.