So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!

The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.

Well, we must wait for the future to show.

I have had my vision.

About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.

So that is marriage, Lily thought, a man and a woman looking at a girl throwing a ball

How then did it work out, all this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it is liking one felt, or disliking?

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of treesand changing leaves.

in this case, a mother, noted for her beauty, might be reduced to a purple shadow... (Tansley to Lily on her painting of the house & grounds)

In the flailing light they all looked sharp-edged and ethereal and divided by great distances

Arguing is a waste of time, because our attitudes need a quantum leap, not our knowledge. Arguing is a sport at best and a bad attitude at worst.

Every libromancer had a first book. Etched more sharply into my memory than my first kiss, this book had been my magical awakening.

When I look in the mirror, I look at the enemy. There is no one to blame for this but myself. I should have bought myself a mirror a long time ago.

Because our agriculture is so spread out, that makes it vulnerable. Our food gets transported a number of times and very widely.

You know, the mountains are full of dangers, and they swallow you up. But mostly, they give.

He hasn't an enemy in the world - but all his friends hate him.

Even as our economy starts to pick up, and new jobs are created, there is a risk that young people in Britain won't get the chances they deserve because businesses will continue to look elsewhere.

I've been making music since I was damn near born. For me to be a producer and be on my sixteenth year making music is a blessing.

Waiting for the horror is almost more frightening than actually seeing it. Just the pending dread.

With a sudden sharp hot stink of fox, It enters the dark hole of the head. The window is starless still; the clock ticks, The page is printed.