A grieving woman could sit alone on a jetty in the early morning. But not with a book in her hands.

Krystal’s slow passage up the school had resembled the passage of a goat through the body of a boa constrictor, being highly visible and uncomfortable for both parties concerned.

The animal is making quite a mess,” the butler droned.
“Are you referring to the monkey, or to my nephew?” Fennington drawled, strolling into the room.
“Hm. How long did you lurk outside the room waiting forthat opportunity?” Bennett asked

It's better to give everything your all than to be half-assing around at one point.

Dear Marie Tussaud,
Fake people are everywhere, you do not have to waste wax creating them

God is Love...
...so how you define love is how you see God...