“In April, which Hannah now heartily agreed was the cruelest month, mixing memory with desire, she walked past the burgeoning lilies that lined the lane.” — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Death is only attractive in a fashionable dress, with lilies and an open coffin.” — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Whoever is in charge of such things had been sparing with his blessings on the moment Benno was born. He had neither looks nor… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Anyone watching her would have thought her cold, indifferent, but this was the only way she knew to tackle her deepest troubles, to shoo… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“I'm rarely rude except accidentally, and that doesn't really count...” — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“That's for you to decide, Yor Majesty. You have the third greatest power in the land—God, the king, then you. And God rarely bothers.” — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“I would like to place her on a pedestal, Teddy thought, and run my hands along all of those lovely curves like a sculptor,… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Where there is such self-love there is very little room for anything else, even hate.” — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Anna gave her that disjointed look with which so many people regarded Hannah, as if they has fallen too many words behind to ever… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“When she walked by the two officers, they didn't recognize her. "Have you seen the luscious bonbon with the golden braids?" She grinned up… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Yes, Fraulein,' he said to Hannah. 'How gauche of you to have been born in another county. It is almost a capital offense. Here… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Am I higher or lower than she? It was always the vital question for Anna: who was superior, and how she could position herself… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“In April, which Hannah now heartily agreed was the cruelest month, mixing memory with desire, she walked past the burgeoning lilies that lined the… — Laura L. Sullivan Copy Share Image
