“Too late. I’ve already seen the blush. Stop trying to hide it from me. I think it’s adorable.”

“Death cannot stop true love. That’s why it’s pointless for me to try to murder all my adoring female fans.”

“I adore Wilkie Collins,” Tessa cried. “Oh—Armadale! And The Woman in White …Are you laughing at me?”“Not at you,” said Will, grinning, “more because of you. I’ve never seen anyone get soexcited over books before. You’d think they were diamonds.”“Well, they are, aren’t they? Isn’t there anything you love like that? And don’t say ‘spats’ or ‘lawn tennis’ or something silly.”“Good Lord,” he said with mock horror, “it’s like she knows me already.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your handwriting before. It’s an oddly personal thing, isn’t it?”

“I hope you find what you’re looking for,” Micah said.“I’ve already stopped looking,” Damon said quietly. “It’s kind of hard to look for something you’ve stopped believing in.”

“It’s your one last chance,” said Harry, “it’s all you’ve got left. . . .I’ve seen what you’ll be otherwise. . . . Be a man . . . try . . . Try for some remorse. . . .”