Life does not always gives us the choices that we want.

I woke up this morning,” Gabriel said, “thinking of nothing more than rolling over and pulling you into my arms and kissing you again. Kissing: only ….

God Almighty, your ruined, and you didn't even eat the gingerbread..

Where did you go to school?” Piers inquired. “Your all together too literate for a butler. Most bulters I know say things like as you wish, my lord, ….

Chess is the most intimate game in the world. It's like making love. By the time we finish our first slow game, I will know all his thoughts..

He wanted to grow old with her, or not grow old at all..

In case there is any question in your mind," he said, cupping her face with his hands. "What I want, what I most desire, the loveliest sight on this ….

Life should not be measured by time. The only thing that counts is how one uses the time one has..

Life without a phone is riskier, lonelier, more vivid..

Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later..

There's nothing I like more than meeting velvet clad peers while wrapped in a towel..

Piers looked up at him. 'You're new. What's your name?' 'Neythen, my lord.' 'Sounds like a terrible illness. No, more like a bowel problem. I'm sorry….

You’re the only one for me. I came back from the dead for you, Daisy. Twice..

If you throw me out of this house, I shall sleep on the path outside. If you return to the Continent without me, I shall follow you. I will build a w….

Let go of the anger, hang on to the good lessons..

Discretion is a synonym for intelligence..

I do believe that his given name is something odd. Peregrine, Penrose- Piers, that's it." "He sounds like a dock." Lord Sundron put in. "Mrs. Hutchin….

I don't want Christmas season to end, because it's the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter..

I didn't realize you needed a response. When Hamlet is giving a monologue, he just goes on and on by himself..

I would prefer not to throw myself on a funeral pyre. Please come back to me..

Shame can kill the imagination. It's hard to keep writing in the face of cultural derision..