It's A Dead Give Away Of An

Perfection, In Anything, Is Unbearably Dull. Myself, I Prefer A Touch Of Imperfection.

Duty, The Most Indecent Of All Obsessions, Was Only Another Name For Love.

My Husband Says It Is Very Good That I Have Very Tiny Feet, Because They're Easier To Get In My Mouth.

Twelve Thousand Miles Of It, To The Other Side Of The World. And Whether They Came Home Again Or Not, They Would Belong Neither Here, Nor There, For They Would Have Lived On Two Continents And Sampled Two Different Ways Of Life.

...she Looked Like The Sort Of Woman Most Men Would Want To Get To Know Because They Weren't Sure What Went On Inside.