I'd cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.

The Irish are the damnedest race. They put so much emphasis on so many wrong things.

They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.

You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.

The usual masculine dissillusionment is discovering that a woman has a brain

I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace.

So it was true! A pain slashed at her heart as savagely as a wild animal's fangs.