One could argue that it's romantic to die for love. Of course, then you're dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.

I'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry.

People aren't always what you want them to be

...dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.

The ladies pass the timee with gossip and hearsay. This is what they have in place of freedom- gime and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless. If I am to be hanged for anything, I should like to feel that I go to the gallows on my own strength.

You set fire to my house, killed my family, and ate my dog. But steal my boyfriend? That's a step too far.

As one, they leap, laughing, and that is where we leave them - mouths open, arms spread wide, fingers splayed to take in the whole world, bodies flying high in defiance of gravity, as if they will never fall.