“Do you think ladies’ eyebrows can communicate as well?” she asked. “No, they don’t have sufficient thicketry,” he said with authority. “Thicketry?” “Yes, that is the official term.” — Anne Gracie Copy Share Image
“What the dev— er, deuce did you do that for? It hurt!” “Good,” said the angel. “I was afraid these new shoes would not… — Anne Gracie Copy Share Image
“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love. ~Sophocles” — Anne Gracie Copy Share Image
“Even when no one loves you, there is always someone to love, someone who needs to be loved. Always. You just have to look… — Anne Gracie Copy Share Image
“What if I shave?" he said. "I look much better when I'm shaved. My cousin will vouch for that—do I not look almost handsome… — Anne Gracie Copy Share Image
“Did he know she could barely think, let alone speak, for awareness of proximity of his fingers? Of course he knew. He was a… — Anne Gracie Copy Share Image
“I was shy,” said six-foot-one of bashful male. He grunted as a sharp, feminine elbow thudded inconspicuously into his side.” — Anne Gracie Copy Share Image
“They’d be complaining about having to walk, and screeching at me to ‘do something, Freddy, do something!’” “But what could you do?” she said,… — Anne Gracie Copy Share Image
“Do you think ladies’ eyebrows can communicate as well?” she asked. “No, they don’t have sufficient thicketry,” he said with authority. “Thicketry?” “Yes, that… — Anne Gracie Copy Share Image
“I shan't mind if you don't," he agreed. "But I'll not let you go, Prudence. Til not pester you, but know this: I will… — Anne Gracie Copy Share Image
“Lord Carradice managed to look wicked, smug, and saintly, all at the same time.” — Anne Gracie Copy Share Image
