She gave a low and delighted chuckle. Her eyes were black as a moonless December night and reflected the electric lights like stars.
Oh Julie, wouldn’t I know if you were dead? Wouldn’t I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?
But people need lift, too. People don’t get moving, they don’t soar, they don’t achieve great heights, without someone buoying them up.
There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will
I realized I would be forced to run away from home if someone tried to arrange a marriage for me. I didn’t want to think about it.
The wave of memory had submerged me for a whole minute, while I’d just sat staring and let it all come flooding back.
Don’t know how I kept going. You just do. You have to, so you do.
It was wonderful flirting with him, all the razor-edged literary banter, like Beatrice and Benedick in Much Ado About Nothing. A battle of wit, and a test, too.
I need complicated railroad journeys and people speaking to me in foreign languages to keep me happy. I want to see the world and write stories about everything I see.
It is possible there are some things you want so badly that you will change your life to make them happen.
I am like a ruined piece of parchment scrawled over and over again with your name, so many times it has become illegible.
It had never occurred to me that simply being with a fellow prisoner would make me feel like I was still in prison.
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.
But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.
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.
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?
Och, they suit you, Queenie! Promise me you’ll wear them.
You can’t just sit in a corner weeping or you’ll die.
Southampton’s barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.
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.