Sometimes you run away by yourself purely so someone who cares will come to find you. Half the time nobody does. That's the tragedy of life. - Lindsey Davis

Afterwards, sometimes she dared to remember being in his arms. How, after only clumsy couplings with others, she and this man had straightaway come together as a perfect fit. How they moved together, in effortless synchronicity and with such deep pleasure. How when their exercise left them exhausted, she cried a little, so Vinius wiped her eye with his index finger, murmuring kindly, 'No tears!' before they both fell into profound sleep.
How her troubled mind had drowned in peace, her body melting against his...

When I hear the words 'social order', I start looking around for somebody to pick a fight with.

No woman who builds a career on hard work and talent will ever compliment a much younger one who uses the shallow gift of her looks.