I Could Marry The Devil Himself If

I Wanted To Know More About The Young ... Strange That Though They Laughed So Loud, They So Seldom Smiled. Perhaps Laughter Was Involuntary Whereas Smiling Was Part Of An Attitude To Life.

Walking Down Belmotte Was The Oddest Sensation-- Every Step Took Us Deeper Into The Mist Until At Last It Closed Over Our Heads. It Was Like Being Drowned In The Ghost Of Water.

I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness Inside A Restlessness.

How I Wish I Lived In A Jane Austen Novel!

Time Takes The Ugliness And Horror Out Of Death And Turns It Into Beauty.