“I don't mind being second Beathie. As long as I'm last.”

“My darling," she said at last, are you sure you don't mind being a mouse for the rest of your life?""I don't mind at all" I said.It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like as long as somebody loves you.”

“No. I don't care if I'm not the first." His head tilts and his lips move within a whisper of mine. "As long as I'm the last.”

“I have to tell you, hon, I don't mind a little teasing now and then, but I'm no masochist, and I'm sure as hell no saint...and here lately, being around you is agonly.”

“I don't mind you thinking I'm stupid, but don't talk to me like I'm stupid”

“Touchstone watched, suddenly conscious that he probably only had five seconds left to be alone with Sabriel, to say something, to say anything. Perhaps the last five seconds they ever would have alone together.I am not afraid, he said to himself."I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.”