Isabella Or The Pot Of Basil Quotes

With duller steel than the Perséan sword They cut away no formless monster's head, But one, whose gentleness did well accord With death, as life. The ancient harps have said, Love never dies, but lives, immortal Lord: If Love impersonate was ever dead, Pale Isabella kiss'd it, and low moan'd. 'Twas love; cold,--dead indeed, but not dethroned.

Sly enough to capture a bird, cruel enough to keep it in a cage, too stupid to know he would be the death of it.

Removing a mandrake from the soil is cautioned against except in dire need, for their caterwauling is both tonally depraved (in the same musical tradition as a harpsichord) and lethal to the listener.

The tent belonged to Gwendolyn herself, and was adorned in rolls of a violently pink fabric so criminally flamboyant it punched the other colours out of your head and stole your wallet while your back was turned.

What Gwendolyn failed to grasp about the nature of goblin fruit was intrinsically tied to the fact that she had never denied herself anything. As a creature of pure will, she always did exactly what she pleased, and thus any attempt to draw on her hidden desires was doomed to fail as a matter of technicality.

Step One: Dress to kill. Step Two: Bury the bodies.