“ The street lamps glowed like ripe oranges among the bare boughs. Below in the wet street their globes glimmered down and down, to drown in their own reflections. Mary Stewart
“ Thinking and planning is one side of life; doing is another. A man cannot bedoing all the time. Mary Stewart
“ The car whispered up the slope and nosed quietly out above the trees. He was driving like a careful insult. Mary Stewart
“ Kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams. Mary Stewart
