Percy says he is “a free spirit” while borrowing my pen, my patience, and half the table; Byron just laughed like rent was a myth. by Mary Shelley

I have seen storms with less drama than Percy asking for forgiveness in 14 lines.

You also improve the atmosphere by leaving, but tragically you refuse to experiment.

I borrow nothing, Mary, I merely improve the atmosphere of the room by being there.

I can and I will: some of us write legends, some of us send reminders about dinner.

Byron, you cannot criticize my theatrics from inside that entire personality.