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

Let me get you all some punch,” I said. “You're leaving us?” said Isabel, sounding panicky. “I'll be right back,” I promised. “If anyone comes near you, just scream and run.

You flatter me shamelessly. I like it. Good.

Honestly," she sighed, "I don't know what kind of life we'll have together, with me always flying off in one direction and you in the other." I smiled. "It's a good thing the world's round," I said.

I'm cursed with this puritanical streak that makes me want everything to be about something. It's a terrible affliction.

It's the way you look whenever she mentions her fiance. My cat looks like that before he hacks up a hairball.

There is a passion in you that scares me.