Life is short, so I’m going to have dessert whenever possible.

Don’t look at me like that. Don’t see me as some frail, useless creature. Fall in love with me, not the idea of rescuing me.

Death wears a ball gown.

Fall in love with me, not the idea of rescuing me.

It is a truth universally acknowledged,” Mustardseed said, flying in lazy loops like an intoxicated bumblebee, “that a fairy in possession of a good appetite must be in want of pie.

Penny, my darling,” he mumbled, “I hoped that someday I would wake to find you by my side. I just didn’t think it would be because you tried to kill me.

Attention, please, you demitasse of feminine frippery!

I can’t see where I’m going if I only look where I’ve been, my good man!

Then it was as though someone had uncorked a bottle of effervescent hatred and directed the resulting spray at me.

Peaseblossom-decorous, proper Peaseblossom-dropped her trousers to waggle her naked, pale bottom at the Stage Manager. Bertie laughed involuntarily, choked on her coffee, and nearly died as it came out her nose, but it was worth the searing pain in her nostrils to see the look on the Stage Manager’s face.