“He buttoned his trousers. Without a word, he took her into his arms again. She had not expected that. She pressed her face into his shoulder, breathing in his scent shakily ... 'Stay with me.' His hands fell away. 'Viola… — Katharine Ashe Copy Share Image
“You're lying to yourself again. You wanted to get rid of them. Their contempt and disgust aren't pleasant company. You're glad they're gone.” — Eugene O'Neill Copy Share Image
