... then he offers me his arm. As I take it, I wonder what folly decreed that women cannot walk unassisted.

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?

I am left with the conviction that an avalanche would be easier to dissuade than that man.

I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face.

If you are not careful, soon you will have men locking themselves in dungeons so that you can rescue them.

... true faith never comes without anguish.

People hear and see what they expect to hear and see.