Ambush or Adore (Delightfully Deadly, #3)

by Gail Carriger

Very well. Some of us only watch the shadows – the light can take care of itself.”

Tastes changed. “Does anyone know, at ten, what they want to do for the rest of their life?” “I don’t understand how humans think. You only have one short life to live. Why not spend it on something you’re actually good at?”

“I think men like to gather in groups small enough so they might pretend superiority to those who are not members of the group. Intellectuals are no more or less susceptible than any other men in this respect.”

One should be proud of that which is achieved through hard work and not merely ascribed to one by birth or natural talent.

“You’re a limp noodle, is what you are.” Pillover shrugged. “At least I’m tasty and sustaining.”

Affection was not a disguise for obligation. Love just was, and sometimes it drifted about the world on a dirigible and sometimes it waited patiently in the rain.