Her lips were tightly glued together, her chin protruding, her whole layout that of a girl who intended to stand no rannygazoo. - P.G. Wodehouse
She looked from the hilt protruding between her breasts into the eyes of the boy she loved. The golden light in them enfolded her and her heart stopped beating, leaving the ghost of her smile on her mouth. Her vacant eyes mirrored something infinitely close to peace. - Farrah Naseem