Alex understood such discipline. He knew the rarity of it, and the cost. And on the rare occasions when he happened to touch her, he did wonder what else she might have been, if she had not been so de...
For God's sake, Gwen," he said gently. "What matter that I love you. That's not the bit that's always been missing."Her lips parted. They wished to ask a question she could not bear to bring herself t...
And I said, 'That is why you don't climb mountains, Gwen.' But now I wonder. You aren't afraid of heights.""No", she said. "Not particularly.""Only missteps."She paused midstroke. Did he mean to imply...
There. That is the answer to this riddle. The promises I can make, and the one I can't. Gwen. I will never leave you willingly. Life is a risk, and so love is, as well. But I swear to God, you will no...
If Gerry were dying of thirst and spotted Alex two feet from a well, he still would not think he required his younger brother's help. It simply would never occur to him that Alex might be able to prov...
She wished he could make her somehow indelibly his; that they were still children so they could cut their fingers and mingle their blood and know this meant something. She longed for some transformati...
Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence.
I've heard that sarcasm is no substitute for cleverness
She knew his secret: for all his wandering, his independence and his unorthodox ways, he took his responsibilities very seriously. He even borrowed others' responsibilities, making them his own simply...
Lord John: 'The court has suffered most sorely for your absence. We hardly know where to find our amusement now.' Lady Nora: 'I am sorry to hear that, I suppose it takes some wit to produce one's own...
I trust only you and the dark always to look at me so honestly.
I admit, that the brain does not govern the body as well as one might wish- else all men would be saints and hell would be empty of lechers.
You are...beyond my imagination. It's a wonder you can be touched at all.
He knew himself well enough to know his own faults. Impatient and judgmental and stubborn and often too quick to act: he would try never to crush her, never to overwhelm her or bend her to his will, b...
What modern art required was an imagination drawn to possibilities, rather than braced by smug presumptions.
For a woman's words to wound would require a man to listen first!
I deserve better —such a dangerous, mad thought for a woman to entertain.
Manners come down to a single principle, talk of nothing that might actually prove interesting.
Or perhaps, despite your brave words to my parents, you've forgotten what love and loyalty look like. They aren't sacraments, Jane, for only God is perfect, only Go deserves our love without judgement...
Miss Masters was not content with threatening to hire away his staff, oh no. First, she had to perfume it.
