Some people get dealt all the aces in life.

Sometimes one appears to have more freedom than one actually possesses. It is easy to see what one wishes to see.

Lies from the closest to you are often the most numerous and paralyzing.

For someone with so many books and such desire to obtain new copies, you seem awfully ambivalent about them.” “I know their power and impact. It is all about perception, is it not, Miss Chase?” She studied him. “I like to think it is about content, Lord Downing. But perception does lay a gloss on the surface. A finger must but swirl beneath.

Tell me what has happened in this week that you’ve been absent from my window.

Beauty is something that is hard to debate. Every man thinks his ideal the best.” His eyes raked her hotly, and she felt her internal temperature increase like a kitchen stove overly stocked before being lit. “But the wittiest women rise to the top of this structure, conventional beauty often taking a backseat to a woman possessed of a clever tongue.

Foolhardy to put your trust where it is easy to create falsehood.

Books allow readers to determine what they wish. People often aren’t quite as forgiving if you don’t read or see exactly what they wish you to.

I have little talent with the pen, I assure you.” He gazed at his son, then back to where the man at the entrance had stood. “But I admire those who do.” He smiled again. “And I can’t help but be enraptured by story. And desirous to stick my untalented pen in places where it doesn’t belong to make a tale dance to my bidding.

Come, what secret describes this scene?” “Enjoy everything around you, even if you’ve seen it a thousand times before?” She said it as lightly as she could, as was often the case around him. She never knew whether to treat his attention as lingering amusement or seriousness. His fingers touched her chin, lifting it softly. “Even should I see you a thousand times. Each time would be a new lure.