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I should like to see you try.

Shockingly tactless," Lady Warford said. "Unfortunately, Longmore can be tactless quite fluently in several languages

Hypocrisy seemed to be the fashionable equivalent of propriety, discretion indistinguishable from morality, and the

Parents must be treated with respect, whether one wants to strangle them or not.

Just because I squeezed my gigantic bottom into men's trousers, you needn't assume my brains have shrunk to masculine size.

You refuse to listen. Because, like every other man, you can keep only one idea in your head at a time-usully the wrong one.

Beaumont wanted Esmond very badly. Esmond wanted Beaumont's wife. And she didn't want anybody.

Bung upwards, she means, Your Grace, a tart called out.

Men are the inferior sex. Adam was made first, and the first effort is always the simpler and cruder one, non? With the second, one refines.

And so I beat him and beat him until he kissed me. And then I kept on beating him until he did it properly.

Looking at a man as though he was something the horse left behind isn't the way to elicit confidences.

But women had to overlook men's personality flaws, else nobody would ever wed and/or reproduce and the human race would come to an end.

I want you," she said.
"I told you so," he said.

I'm no good at being good.

We're of one mind, Grenville and I, and the mind is hers, on account of my being a man and not having one.

I love you madly," she said. "I shall make you happy if I have to kill somebody to do it. But that ought not to be necessary.

I have always believed that anyone who must violate the law to achieve his purposes must lack either intelligence or imagination, probably both.

Silk and Shadows is something else. Like brilliant. It got under my skin as very, very few books have. It's still under my skin. Mikhal was haunting.

She longed to throw something at him. A chair. Herself.

Then he recalled whose daughter she was, and wondered why he wondered.
Then he recalled who it was who had a child.
A child, Noirot had a child!

She set her hand against his chest, to push him away. He laid his hand over hers, and held hers there, over his pounding heart.

Let me explain something to you, he said. If you want to get something out of a man, dashing out his brains against a lamppost isn't the way to do it.

He was a man. Men always had lewd thoughts. It was perfectly natural and normal

Jessica: "You great drunken jackass!"
Dain: "I did not give you leave to use my Christian name.

The ton will be all atwitter about last night

The bourgeoisie is so tediously self-righteous.

She's never met an adjective or adverb she didn't like.

Men don't know what they want. Women must show them.

She was a dreamer and a schemer & one didnt dream and scheme without hope.

I don't need to be coddled and sheltered. I don't need all my battles fought for me. I do need to be believed in.

No good would come of trying to make something of a man with a brain like machinery.

I am not in love with you," she said. "It is an infatuation. I have heard of such derangements happening to elderly spinsters.

I love these pet names," she said, gazing soulfully up into his eyes, "Nitwit. Sap skull. Termagant. How they make my heart flutter!

Women do not lie, my lord Dain," came a faintly accented voice from the door. "It merely seems so because they exist in another reality.

Humor will relieve an awkward moment.

Hers was a tone and manner that assured the listener they had only two choices; obedience or death.

It was hard to hide one's emotion from one's own kind.

Charm of the most insidious kind: humorous, self-deprecating, and disarmingly frank and confiding.

He broke through the wall of men surrounding Olivia - dim-witted fowl clustered about a dozing crocodile, as he saw it - and offered to take her home.

Miss you, he said. It was the barest murmur, scarcely a sound.

A man ought to look up to a woman, literally or figuratively, because that is the proper mode of worship, and worship is the very least he can do.

THE Right Honorable Edward Junius Carsington, Earl of Hargate, had five sons, which was three more than he needed.

By gad, is that you, Ainswood? I haven't seen you in a dog's age. How's the gout? Still troubling you?

Masculine pride is an exceedingly precious and fragile thing

He knew there were no forevers and there was always a way out, yet he lost his way, lost his balance.

Viscerally, what Genevieve felt, and it wasn't at all amusing.

The Vizier is a genius, truly, if he can keep peace among three hundred women. I can't do so with only one.

If Lady Brentmor told the prime minister to jump off a bridge," Fiona had once remarked, "Wellington would meekly ask, 'Which one?

They were perfectly suited. They would speak of books the livelong day and night and bore everyone else but themselves to distraction.

Due to not getting pumped regular, females take the oddest fancies, such as imagining they can think.

There is no animal more invincible than a woman,

rules seemed to constantly shift on whim.

In the real, grown-up world, unicorns were more plentiful than Prince Charmings.

I can do one or the other. Lovemaking or thinking. But not both at the same time.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall. And the better the world liked seeing them fall.

An adult should not be forced into marriage as a child is forced to eat his peas. Peas are only part of a meal. Marriage is a life's work.

And, while Jessica had faith enough in Providence, she preferred to seek help from more accessible sources. Her assistant was Phelps, the coachman.

Life is not an opera. Scenes belong on the stage.

Gout, I understand, has reformed a great many rogues.

In my dictionary, romance is not maudlin, treacly sentiment. It is a curry, spiced with excitement, and humour, and a healthy dollop of cynicism.

Prying into others' private affairs is the preferred occupation of small minds.

The beasts tossed their heads and answered with evil horsey laughter.

His conscience smote him. As smitings go, it wasn't much, his conscience being in poor fighting condition.

A dress is a weapon. It must dazzle his eye, raise his temperature ... and empty his purse.

The witless destroy what they don't understand.

HOrrible. The most horrible sound on earth. The sound of death and torture and the agonies of a burning hell," Lisle said. "Damn them. It's bagpipes.

Hell, what was one more scandal?

In all the excitement, I seem to have put my foot under yours," he said. "I do beg your pardon.