- Trent didn’t want more tea, and almost, seething with anger, he regarded the Harlow Hoyden. As he’d listened to her defend his character, he’d grown more and more enraged. The way she dismissed his transgressions out of hand was intolerable. The manner in which gentlemen behave! A sheep in wolf’s clothing!
- Start to complain about your preschooler adopting gentlemanly behavior and you quickly discover how out of step you are with the rest of the world. Almost everyone I mention it to thinks it’s lovely and sweet. What’s the harm in teaching little boys to respect little girls?
- The worst thing you can do when dating a zombie is think about who they used to be. You have to turn the curiosity switch off because wondering what his real name was or what he did for a living or whom he loved will drive you insane. Once you begin, you won’t be able to stop.
- And he never thanks you. So when on those rare occasions you need something from him, you’re always polite and you always send a thank you—as a reminder, as a dig, as an act of passive aggression. You know being thanked over email bugs the hell out of him. You know this because the first time you did it, he wrote an email back telling you never to thank him again. He already gets too many effing emails. You write “okay” and hit send.
- Most of the time, I try not to think about my mother. My memories of her are bundled together in a single heap, making it impossible to retrieve only one. Open the door of that closet and they all fall out.
- Beth ceased to fear him from that moment on and sat their talking to him as cozily as if she’d known him all her life, for love casts out fear, and gratitude can conquer pride. Mr. Laurence, who had drunk Beth’s blood when she offered it to him, was too weak and disoriented to follow the conversation.