Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.

Oh! And they read English novels! David! Did you ever look into an English novel? Well, do not trouble yourself. It is nothing but a lot of nonsense about girls with fanciful names getting married.

For, though the room was silent, the silence of half a hundred cats is a peculiar thing, like fifty individual silences all piled one on top of another.

Where have they gone?" "Wherever magicians used to go. Behind the sky. On the other side of the rain.

Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange.Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might, ” he admitted, “but a gentleman never could.

But the other Ministers considered that to employ a magician was one thing, novelists were quite another and they would not stoop to it.

It seemed that it was not only live magicians which Mr. Norrell despised. He had taken the measure of all the dead ones too and found them wanting.

Ha!" cried Dr John contemptuously. "Magic! That is chiefly used for killing Frenchmen, is it not?

It is the right of a traveller to vent their frustration at every minor inconvenience by writing of it to their friends.

[A] smile is the most becomingornament that any lady can wear.

I have been quite put out of temper this morning and someone ought to die for it.

Whisky, gambling and Ferraris are better than housework.

Where do bad folks go when they die? No heaven awaits them, say to it goodbye

The time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they now look on the murder of men.

Happiness is often the result of being too busy to be miserable.

For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.

One gets used to success very quickly. The surprise was how deep and enduringly I was touching people, in such different places and throughout generations.

When you have nothing left but God,you have more than enough to start over again.

Our possessions are a trust from God. What we clutch tightly, we lose. What we place in His hands, we will possess.

Charity is love; not all love is charity.

Innocence seldom utters outraged shrieks. Guilt does.