“You stole my mother’s Faces," whispered Neverfell. "You stole them, and you sold them, and you walked around wearing them, and using… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
“I recall the scent of some kind of toilet powder - I believe she stole it from her mother’s Spanish maid -… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
The first record I got, I think I stole. I was with my mother; she turned her back, and I slipped it… — John Waters Copy Share Image
