His eyes gravitated towards the wall-to-wall bookshelf at one end of the room. 'You folks like books, I see.

Oh, but a real princess would know that hard work ennobles the soul,' Rose objected. 'That would be one of the signs.

Hello again, violinist,' he said in a hoarse voice. 'Fancy meeting you here.

There was a silence. Then Paul looked at Alex. 'She knows Chesterton.' 'She lives,' said Alex.

How do you say 'bring me sausage and eggs or I'll slit your throat' in Italian?" "Look it up in the phrase book.

Have you ever felt that there was something going on in life that not everyone was aware of?

Evil isn't beautiful on its own. You know?' 'Well, good people are sometimes ugly-' Blanche said at last. 'I don't know about that. Not really,' Bear shook his head. 'If the good's there, and you look for it, you'll see it in some way.' 'I think Bear is right,' Rose said decidedly. 'Fairy tales teach you that. No one who's really good ever stays ugly. It's always a disguise.