“Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.”
“...fortune was a fickle mistress.”
“The loveliest Muse in the world does not feed her owner; these girls make fine mistresses but terrible wives”
“So tell me what's wrong, Liz.'Liz stared at Julian's picture again. 'Oh Julian, Julian,' she sobbed. 'How could this have happened to us?''It's Julian isn't it?' I said, gently. 'Something's happened.'Liz stopped sobbing. 'Of course it's Julian, you idiot.'Charming.”
“You really saw some?" Liz said an hour later. Sure, we had the stereo blaring and the shower running, but Liz still whispered, "They really...exist?" "Liz," I whispered back, "they're not unicorns." "No," Bex said flatly, "they're boys. And they're...good.”
“Luck is a fickle creature. She lovesmany, but is faithful to none.”