I feel younger than eighteen but burdened as a eighty-year-old.

What are we all chasing? Nella wonders. To live, of course. To be unbound from the invisible ropes that Johannes spoke of in his study. Or to be happy in them, at least.

You are a stone, thrown upon a lake. But the ripples you create will never make you still.

This city is like no other city in the world. It is brilliant but it is bloated, and I've never called it home

The turnip cannot thrive in the tulips patch of soil.

The rules of this house are written in water. I must either sink or swim.

Because, Petronella - it's something in his soul. It's something in his soul and you can't get it out.

All we can do if we're lucky is stich up the mistakes other people make.

Love your children, for they are the seeds that will make this city bloom.

Words are water in this city. One drop of rumour could drown us.

Take care, take care. This city thrives! It's money gives you wings to soar. But it is a yoke on your shoulders and you would do well to take note of the bruise around your neck.

They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however hard it hits the surface of the mind it cannot penetrate within.

When it's about your life, it's time to be selfish.

What I have with you, I do not want with anyone else.

Stories that are real, that create you, rather than be created by you, are powerful.

Unfortunately, nigh the whole world is now duped into thinking that silly fill-in forms on web pages is the way to do user interfaces.

There seems to be a law that governs all our actions so I never make plans.

Don’t make it a challenge. You know how much I like those.

The world can come to a harmony if meditation is spread far and wide.

I only read what I am hungry for at the moment when I have an appetite for it, and then I do not read, I eat.

Yes, Haven, most of us enjoy preaching, and Ive got such a bully pulpit!