To Call That Writing, Madam,

If He Was Planning To Attack And Ravish, He Gave No Indication Of Being In A Hurry To Do So.

Men. The Day They Learned To Admit To A Mistake Was The Day They Became Women.

It Was Heaven. Forget Angels, Forget St. Peter And Glittering Harpsichords. Heaven Was A Dance In The Arms Of One's True Love.

Elizabeth, You Resemble Nothing So Much As A Hen Trying To Hatch A Book.

James - "are You Paying Attention Or Just Trying To Make Me Look Like An Idoit?" Elizabeth - "oh, I'm Definately Paying Attention. If You Look Like An Idiot It Has Nothing To Do With Me.