Fate is the malevolent little jester sitting up in the heavens and pondering over how ridiculous we humans are and he does his best to make fools out of all of us. And sooner or later he succeeds.

I think you'll have to marry me, Miss Fielding." "To save your reputation?" Derek grinned, bending to kiss the flash of pale throat revealed by the robe. "Someone has to make a respectable man of me.

He was my confidant, the person who was always on my side even when he wasn't taking my side.

A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they're entitled to know everything I do. -Sara

For God's sake, Marks, do you think anyone really wants a glance at those dried-up matchsticks you call legs?

Now the line was drawn. Lucy had never thought that one of the fiercest battles of her life would be fought over a breakfast table, with quiet words carefully chosen.

To Jack, there was nothing more powerful than a promise made over a handshake. He would have died ー literally chosen death ー before breaking his word.