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.

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

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.

I prefer the word aviatrix. It has more zing to it." "It's very zingy," I agreed.

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