She hadn’t meant to get trapped in a conversation. That was the trouble with offering help to old people.

The only thing I don't divulge is the truth about Mother killing little Carolina. I don't know why. Perhaps I sense he's not ready to know that just yet. Maybe he never will. People can live with only so much honesty. And sometimes, people can suprise you. I talk to my brother as I never have before, trusting in him, letting the river listen to my confessions on its path toward the sea. ~pg 693

You're quite tall.' Just what a girl wants to be reminded of.

I will never, ever drink whiskey again. From now on, it's strictly sherry.

They have money and position and Ann has none.It's amazing how often you can be right as long as you have those two things working in your favor.

Think: who has vans, huh? Soccer moms and serial killers.

A man bumps me on his busy way without so much as an apology. But that is all right. I forgive you, busy man about town with the sharp elbows. Hail and farewell to you! For I, Gemma Doyle, am to have a splendid Christmas in London town. All shall be well. God rest us merry gentlemen. And gentlewomen.