Sofia Zavoli

“El amor no se puede borrar de un plumazo. Una vez que se instala en tu corazón, amenaza con ser eterno.”
― Isabelle Bellmer, Mi dulce destrucción

“I don't suppose I could have a whiskey instead of the wine, could I?"
"Whiskey?"
"Yes"
"I didn't know you drank whiskey."
"And I didn't know you were a psychopath. Just bring me a whiskey”
― B.A. Paris, Behind Closed Doors

“Now," he said. "I want to hear about your day. Did you read any new books?"
"I've read all the books we have." She wrinkled her nose. "Armies aren't very good about carrying libraries with them. I can't imagine why. We'd fight so much less if everyone would just sit down and read."
Gifford's laugh rumbled through him, loud against her ear. "A question I often ask myself. Imagine how much money the realm would save if the rulers focused their finances on libraries, rather than wars."
"Not if I were allowed to shop for books."
"England would go bankrupt," he said gravely. "Thank God for wars."
She pushed him away, playful. "You can't switch sides like that."
The corner of his mouth quirked up. "It's too late. I've switched already, and since you've forbidden switching that quickly again, I'm stuck opposing you."
"Congratulations," she said. "You've just described our entire relationship.”
― Cynthia Hand, My Lady Jane

“You love me?" she whispered.
"The very instant I saw you, my heart flew to your service," he said.
"Really?"
"No," he admitted. "Not exactly. But it's a good line, am I right?”
― Cynthia Hand, My Lady Jane