Lord John: ‘The court has suffered most sorely for your absence. We hardly know where to find our amusement now.’ Lady Nora: ‘I am sorry to hear that, I suppose it takes some wit to...

Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence.

I trust only you and the dark always to look at me so honestly.

There. That is the answer to this riddle. The promises I can make, and the one I can’t. Gwen. I will never leave you willingly. Life is a risk, and so love is, as well....

I’ve heard that sarcasm is no substitute for cleverness

and I said, ‘That is why you don’t climb mountains, Gwen.’ But now I wonder. You aren’t afraid of heights.””No”, she said. “Not particularly.””Only missteps.”She paused midstroke. Did he mean to imply this had been...

She knew his secret: for all his wandering, his independence and his unorthodox ways, he took his responsibilities very seriously. He even borrowed others’ responsibilities, making them his own simply because he thought this sort...

For God’s sake, Gwen,” he said gently. “What matter that I love you. That’s not the bit that’s always been missing.”Her lips parted. They wished to ask a question she could not bear to bring...

Alex understood such discipline. He knew the rarity of it, and the cost. And on the rare occasions when he happened to touch her, he did wonder what else she might have been, if she...

Spoken often enough, words become [became] nonsense.

Manners come down to a single principle, talk of nothing that might actually prove interesting.

And he wondered, suddenly, what sort of divide it created between them, that he knew pieces of her that she had never shared with him – facts and stories and moments and memories to which...

He smiled. “How kind of you to confirm what I already know. Perhaps next you will introduce me to myself. I hear I am quite popular.

For poor taste in husbands, her judgment rivaled Anne Boleyn’s.

What modern art required was an imagination drawn to possibilities, rather than braced by smug presumptions.

He see’s the world the way cynics do; Not looking for false Hope.

I admit, that the brain does not govern the body as well as one might wish- else all men would be saints and hell would be empty of lechers.

I deserve better —such a dangerous, mad thought for a woman to entertain.

For a woman’s words to wound would require a man to listen first!

If Gerry were dying of thirst and spotted Alex two feet from a well, he still would not think he required his younger brother’s help. It simply would never occur to him that Alex might...

You are…beyond my imagination. It’s a wonder you can be touched at all.

She wished he could make her somehow indelibly his; that they were still children so they could cut their fingers and mingle their blood and know this meant something. She longed for some transformation more...