Rose is in red, But never in blue, Sharp as a thorn, Fights like one too.

I gave him a smile that I hoped was as dazzling as one of his. "I realized I'm in love." Marcus, startled, looked around as though he expected to see my object d'amour in the car with us. "And you just realized this? Did you just have some sort of vision?" "Didn't need to," I said, thinking of Wolfe's ill-fated trip to the Orkneys. "It's always been right in front of me.

I haven’t even really tried to win you over, Roza. When I want to, I can be very persuasive.

Are you kidding? He's arrogant, sarcastic, likes to intimidate people, and—oh." Okay. Maybe she had a point.

She might be unarmed, but Rose Hathaway was in possession of many weapons.

Have you ever wanted to put on a Santa suit?" "I have always wanted to do that," said Carter gravely.

Sydney had been horrified to discover my home library consisted of a bartending dictionary and an old copy of Esquire, and at her pleading, I'd promised to read something more substantial. I was trying to think deep thoughts as I read Gatsby, but mostly I wanted to throw some parties.