Everyone striving to be witty and sought-after, everyone talking and no one listening.

A lifetime with such a woman was not nearly enough.

Only you could love such a vile, selfish peacock, Evie.

Believe me, when my ‘personal endowments’ are being discussed, I always pay attention.” ~ Cam Rohan

It's me, love," he said softly. "Everything's all right." Daisy managed to whisper through dry lips. "If you're a ghost...I hope you haunt me forever." Matthew sat on the floor and reached for her cold hands. "Would a ghost use the door?" he asked gently, bringing her fingers to his scratched, battered face.

“Simon,” she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. Moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her astonishment, she did it again. “Simon…” “Yes?” A new tension had entered his long, hard body, and at the same time, his hand moved over the shape of her skull in the softest caress possible. “Please… take me to my room.” Hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. “Sweetheart, I would take you to Timbuktu if you asked.“

Because handsomeness is always accompanied by vanity.And I suppose ugliness is accompanied by a wealth of virtues?