You saw my leg?" "How can a man help what he sees?" he said. "And, if I could add, you possess a very fine leg.

Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.

...first thing is that I love you. And the second thing is that as much as I honor your former profession, I don’t think your geese care much for your betrothed and I hope they hadn’t any plans on sharing our bed.

My mama used to say, 'Are you sad? Then just wait a minute.

Why was the judgement of the disapproving so valuable? Who said that their good opinions tended to be any more rational than those of generally pleasant people?

I’m sorry, my lady,” said Geric, rubbing his arm. “But I failed to force an apology out of the offending goose.

A little snark, properly directed, can change the world.