She shrieks above the din. "If you wish a battle, I shall give it. I am the last of my kind. I shall not lie down without a fight.

Why does everyone want to own me?" Pippa mumbles. She's got her head in her hands. "Why do they all want to control my life -- how I look, whom I see, what I do or don't do? Why can't they just let me alone?" "Because you're beautiful," Ann answers, watching the fire lick her palm. "People always think they can own beautiful things.

The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.

How I'd love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.

But we can't go back. We can only go forward.

"Promise. Don't misunderstand me-you are quite vexing." He touches his tender jaw. "And you hit like a man. But you didn't cause his illness. That is his doing."

It occurs to me that cricket is not the true sport in London - gossip is.