Don't beat yourself up," said Charlotte. "True love can be so easily mistaken for other things-friendship, humane concern, indigestion.

What she had long believed was not true, and now the world was wide open to discover what was. It is like all my life I thought the sky was green.

Saying my story makes me want to change it, make it sound pretty the way I do with the stories I tell the workers. I'd like it to have a beginning as grand as a ball and an ending in a whisper, like a mother tucking in a child for sleep.

He did a very good impression of a stone column.

Her smile was peculiar - it made her nose wrinkle, not as though she smelled something unpleasant, but more that she was so amused, her whole face wanted to be a part of the smile.

He had a dashing smile. It nearly dashed right off his face.

Right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.