“You see, in their last moments people show you who they really are.”

“Does it depress you? To know just how alone you really are?”

“I believe whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you stranger.”

“Nobody panics when things go “according to plan”. Even if the plan is horrifying!”

“Henry nodded. “May I ask you a question?”“Certainly, Your Grace.”He pointed at Jack. “Is he the Artful Dodger?”Mr. Dickens bent low. “I write fiction, Your Grace. The characters inmy books do not really exist, but if they did”—he winked—“I do believehe would be the Artful Dodger.”“I knew it!”“And do you see that gentleman over there?”“Lord Claybourne?”Dickens nodded. “He would be Oliver.”“And what about Miss Frannie?”“She is every sweet girl who appears in the story.”

“And what about you, Frannie? he wanted to ask. Who will save you?”

“I felt the need to be rebellious. A woman should have a moment in her life when she’s rebellious, don’t you think?”