Mia Maz glanced aside in concern at his muffled snort. "Are you all right?" "Yes. Sorry," he whispered. "I'm just having an attack of limericks." Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip; only her deepening dimple betrayed her. "Shhh," she said, with feeling.

I need words that mean more than they mean, words not just with height and width, but depth and weight and, and other dimensions that I cannot even name.

Women do desperately need models for power other than the maternal.

You try to give away what you want yourself.

One step at a time, I can walk around the world. Watch me.

My dinner party,' Miles grated. 'It's just breaking up.' And sinking. All souls feared lost.

You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable.