Well do I remember the first night we met, how you questioned my opinion that first impressions are perfect. You were right to do so, of course, but even then I suspected what I've come to believe most passionately these past weeks: from that first moment, I knew you were a dangerous woman, and I was in great peril of falling in love." She thought she should say something witty here. She said, "Really?

Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.

You've been quiet lately...but it's not so much the quiet as something inside the quiet.

I know I would crumble if I lost you.

Seriously, a thirty-something woman shouldn't be daydreaming about a fictional character in a two-hundred-year-old world to the point where it interfered with her very real and much more important life and relationships. Of course she shouldn't.

Smell is the voice of the soul.

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.