I would like to be a figment of my own imagination, but belly and bowels will not permit.
Kate realized she had a grave problem. She was infatuated. Or mildly insane. Possibly both.
This is true valor, I hope you know. Legends have sprung from less. All Lancelot did was paddle about in a balmy lake. ” She smiled. “Lancelot was a knight. You’re a viscount. The bar is higher.
That’s it,” she said, balling her hands in fists. “I’m not letting you out of it this time. I insist that you take me to Scotland. I demand you ruin me. As a point of honor.
One more minute of this, and she’d be a certifiable simpleton.
She’d always wondered what it would feel like to stand on one end of a ballroom and watch a handsome, powerful man make his way to her. This was as close as she’d ever come to it, she supposed. Standing at Diana’s side. Imagining.
This is the normal way with birthdays, see? Amazingly enough, they arrive on the same day, every year.
For me, drama is conflict.
Bathsheba loved Troy in the way that only self-reliant women love when they abandon their self-reliance. When a strong woman recklessly throws away her strength she is worse than a weak woman who has never any strength to throw away. One source of her inadequacy is the novelty of the occasion. She has never had practice in making the best of such a condition. Weakness is doubly weak by being new.
[Barack] Obama can draw lines for himself and his country, not for other countries. We have our red lines, like our sovereignty, our independence, while if you want to talk about world red lines, the United States used depleted uranium in Iraq, Israel used white phosphorus in Gaza, and nobody said anything. What about the red lines ? We don't see red lines. It's political red lines.
I don't think there's anything worse than your parents being alive and telling you to go give them some money and just act like they're dead.