Miss Erstwhile: “It is such a relief, Mr. Nobley, to already know that you find this exercise vulgar and your partner unworthy. It saves us the idle chitchat.” Mr. Nobley: “And yet you chat away.

Over there!" "Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?

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.

There you go...let it all slide out. Unhappiness can't stick in a person's soul when it's slick with tears.

Ani felt a stirring, a hope, a winged thing waking up in her chest and brushing her heart with it's feathers.

She answered by standing and kissing him first and held his cheeks and closed her eyes and felt sure as bones and deep as blood that she had found her place.

Nom, do say something funny so she can admire!