Ariana strikes me as the type of girl who is attracted to authenticity.

I fell in love with her suddenly, deeply, in the most all-consuming way.

Between the sands of time and tradition is a multitude of truths untold.

He could not wait to get rid of them so he could enjoy remembering them.

What we often take to be the new is simply the old under some novel form.

The heart's the trouble. It knows the monster but remembers the love.

A novel is just a story that hasn't yet discovered a way to be brief.

While I AM sure of what I want, I'm equally unsure of how to attain it.

I wondered how it could be that people could love God and hate one another.

I’ve been asking you to marry me since we met! What more do you want?

He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.

To Kalist, Baumauer’s just a timber bridge in need of a good hot fire.

I feel myself collapse inside as if the life force has been sucked out of me.

Happy birthday,” she said. “And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.

Do I need to fire the little prat yet?” Liza Van der Bruggenziltch-Finch.