I’m alive, ” he groaned. “But I’m not doing a very good job of it.

And turnips - endless ruptured turnips.

Saint Melor’s father was Saint Meliau.”“Was everyone in Bertaèyn a saint, back in the day?”“Everyone who didn’t murder anyone, maybe, ” Perrotte said.

You’re not mending anything, remember, Sand? The hedge.” He paused and shook his head at himself. “And Perrotte’s away for a few minutes, and you’re talking to yourself again.

Forgiveness is not death. It is life.

Mens videt astra.(The soul sees the stars.)

I asked him: Why didn’t you just tell me? He said: ‘If I tell you, you’ll just forget at some critical point. If you figure it out for yourself, you’ll always remember.

There’s only one person to blame for lack of self confidence

Galinda didn't often stop to consider whether she believed in what she said or not

She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.

Generally I know that we've hit on a good idea if there's a moment where I'm going "HA HA HA!" because that's usually my starting point, me laughing.

My only two weapons: time and silence.

Historical tends to be my bailiwick.

Esoteric philosophy teaches that the physical form, the body, of the individual is made new at birth; but the soul is ancient, the stuff of stars.

If there is one thing I long for above all else, it's that the years to come may see Christianity in this country able again to capture the imagination of our culture.

It's refreshing to hear something that's pop but doesn't sound like Britney Spears.

Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.