Watching him, his hands buried in his pockets—to keep from circling her neck she supposed—she couldn’t help but marvel at the curious mix of Southern courtesy and male arrogance, the natural assumption he shouldered of...

[S]ince you are angry at me without reason, you attack me harshly with, “Oh outrageous presumption! Oh excessively foolish pride! Oh opinion uttered too quickly and thoughtlessly by the mouth of a woman! A woman...

I stabbed you. With a massive sword. You caught on fire.”His lips twitched, almost imperceptibly. “Okay, so maybe our problems aren’t like other couples.

He grinned. It was a wicked grin, the kind that made the blood in Clary’s veins run a little faster. “You want to go on a date?”Caught off guard, she stammered. “A wh-what?””A date,” Jace...

Paparazzi arrived for Hugh [Grant]. We had to stand under a tree and smile for them.Photographer: ‘Hugh, could you look less — um –‘Hugh: ‘Pained?

There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.””And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.””And yours,” he replied...

[I]f you seek in every way to minimise my firm beliefs by your anti-feminist attacks, please recall that a small dagger or knife point can pierce a great, bulging sack and that a small fly...

Want to play hangman? asks Theophile, and I ache to tell him that I have enough on my plate playing quadriplegic. But my communication system disqualifies repartee: the keenest rapier grows dull and falls flat...

I must be overtired’, Buttercup managed. ‘The excitement and all.”Rest then’, her mother cautioned. ‘Terrible things can happen when you’re overtired. I was overtired the night your father proposed.

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.