Looking up at the stars and smoking in silence.
Inspector Milne's suspicious prying appeared to have awakened her inner Bolshevik, and so I discovered my own lady mother is not above quietly circumventing the law.
Och, they suit you, Queenie! Promise me you'll wear them.
The wave of memory had submerged me for a whole minute, while I'd just sat staring and let it all come flooding back.
I ken who you are! You're Strathfearn's granddaughter. Julie Stuart, is it? Och, aye, Lady Julia! Well then, Lady Julia, tell me -- who don't you deserve a glass of water?
That is a terrifically intimate thing, you know? Letting a stranger light your cigarette. Leaning forward so he can hold a flame to your lips. Pausing to breathe in before you pull back again.
I love the story of a thing. I love a thing for what it means a thousand times more than for what it's worth.
It is possible there are some things you want so badly that you will change your life to make them happen.
If you're scared, do something.
How do you ever hold on to anybody?
