Why must we die when everything within us was born to live?
You must work always to understand your own heart so that it cannot be used against you.
Why was his grief more powerful than his love? Why couldn't he find it within himself to fight back?Why am I not enough to live for?
Why was there so much silence between men?
Will looked at Evie funny. Advertising?Yes. You've heard of it, haven't you? Swell modern invention. It lets people know about something they need. Soap, lipstick, radios—or your museum, for instance....
You're perfect just the way you are...is what your guidance counselor says. And she's an alcoholic.
You evah hear of a magic screw?'I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.
Will you punish me forever?
You can’t blame a fella for kissing the prettiest girl in New York, can you, sister? Sam’s grin was anything but apologetic. Evie brought up her knee quickly and decisively, and he dropped to the floo...
With each shimmy, the bugle beads on their scandalously revealing costumes swung and shook. It was the sort of display Evie knew her mother would have found appalling—an example of the moral decay of...
With no plan of escape in sight, I've been resigned to the life of a cosseted young lady of London society as Grandmama and I pay calls. We drink tea that is too weak and never hot enough for my likin...
Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries.
Women who have power are always feared.
Wow, I miss Latin. So much fun - all those exciting verbs that don't come unit the end of the sentence. It's like a movie trailer for language.
Yeah, well, who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?
Yes, after all, if I were to join you, I might enjoy myself, and wouldn't that be a shame? Please, don't spare me another thought.
Yes, fine, I say, feeling dead inside. They don't know what they're in for at Spence, getting me, a ghost of a girl who'll nod and smile and take her tea who isn't really here.
Yes, what’s the good of a messenger you can’t understand? Felicity complains. Why, just once, can’t one of these haunts simply say, ‘Hello, Gemma, frightfully sorry to bother you, but I thought you mi...
You are absolute angels of the first order. If I were Pope, I’d canonize you. The Pope would probably love to turn a cannon on you!
You are truly Satan's sequined spawn.
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