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

Being a writer is a good, good thing.

I need to admit up front that I don't know how to have a fling. I'm not good at playing around and then saying good-bye. I'm throwing myself at your feet because I'm hoping for a shot at forever." Henry Jenkins/Mr. Nobley

If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.

Your head will be fine,” said Miri. “It’s your neck you should worry about.

She dismounted, grabbed Enna's hand so tightly that she drew blood with her fingernails, walked straight into the nearest cottage, and plopped down on a bed. Enna nodded to the startled cottage dwellers. It's the queen, you see," said Enna. "She's going to have a baby in your house. You don't mind?

Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.