[A]ll these years, I had been telling myself that my feelings for you were a juvenile infatuation; a dream inspired by my secret hope that somewhere there could be a creature who could love me.
I’m an idiot for trying to avoid these feelings because they have caused me pain in the past.
If Miss Elton spoke water instead of words, then there would have been a repetition of Noah’s flood.
I love Alice more than life itself, but I can't keep her hidden forever.
Ghosts!” gasped Alice. “Real, live ghosts?”“No! Not ‘real, live ghosts!’ Spooky, dead ghosts!
Nothing good in this world comes free! For everything there’s a payment of time or money or soul!
Low and behold what comes of reading too many romance novels.
