Whether romance existed in him or not, sentimentality had no place at all.
Strophe and counterstrophe reached their epode.
Oh,’ said Philippa.‘Checkmate,’ Lymond said.
It is not advisable to crow. It might be oneself next time.
I don’t change from minute to minute. I don’t change at all.
He didn’t always tell his father when it happened, because the old man’s face turned mottled blue over his doublet, and unless Will got in first, he would send a runner round all the estates, and the...
You don't take offence?Frequently, Nicholas said. I seldom show it.
Nine-tenths of every attack is bluff. The art is to know when to call it.
Look. If you are having pains, scream. If you are seeing thousand-pound elephant birds with reinforced iron nests, tell us and we shall believe you. If you want to climb up and jump from the roof, let...
Like King Lewis of Hungary, who was immaturely born, came of age too soon and was immaturely married, my age is out of joint with my phenomenal destiny.
If you will excuse us?’‘Go to Sir Henry’s room,’ Lady Mary called after her. ‘And if you use weapons, be sure to call witnesses.
I don’t like being permanently mutilated on Thursdays. I may add that Friday is my day for raping; and I like it quieter than this, and they enjoy it.
Humility is a virtue Scotsmen require to be taught.
Extraordinary, is it not, how he cannot bear music?
Before you die, there must be nothing you have not experienced. When you die—and I shall be there—it will be an experience which no man has savoured. Guard your health, Mr Crawford. I should not like...
And habits are hell's own substitute for good intentions. Habits are the ruin of ambition, of initiative , of imagination. They're the curse of marriage and the after-bane of death.
You lead, therefore you kill.
What is there but untruth and heartbreak wherever you go?
We’ll do it,’ said Will Scott comfortably, shouting over the tumult. ‘If it’s no more than an hour, we’ll do it.’ ‘Christ, I believe you’re sorry, you flaming maniac,’ said Lymond. ‘Don’t I keep telli...
To save our friends’ nerves, I suggest we meet on a plane of brutal courtesy. It need not interfere with our mutual distrust. -Francis Crawford of Lymond