The look of being too deliberately dressed, with everything cautiously matching, always bores me.

Was it possible there was some fatal flaw in their matching, that they were ultimately, impossibly different–dissimilar enough to fall in love, but too fundamentally distinct to stay together?

It has often been hard for me to know if people are serious when they talk about making T-shirts. Just to be clear: Nobody ever means it, ever. Making and wearing matching, themed T-shirts is...

The first and last weakness of his life, before him again. For a moment he felt himself blinded by his own memories; his own remembrances of the wits and wiles of Marian Halcombe that would...