Unfortunately, Childermass's French was so strongly accented by his native Yorkshire that Minervois did not understand and asked Strange if Childermass was Dutch.

Sing like no one is listening. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching, and live like it’s heaven on earth.

She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.

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 would.

He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands.

There must come a time when the bullets will run out

I know magicians and I know magic and I say this: all magicians lie and this one more than most.

I was told once by some country people that a magician should never tell his dreams because the telling will make them come true. But I say that is great nonsense.

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.

All books are doors; and some of them are wardrobes.

And the name of the one shall be Fearfulness. And the name of the other shall be Arrogance... Well, clearly you are not Fearfulness, so I suppose you must be Arrogance.' This was not very polite.

There are many people who can do big things, but there are very few people who will do the small things.

I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

You can’t keep messing me around like this. It’s been going on too long. I can’t take it anymore. I get sick every time you come around. Then I get sick when you leave. You’re like a disease to me.

Everyone is drinking. She can feel them out there drinking, turning into beasts.

I think there's a lot more appreciation and maturity and acceptance of everyone's flaws.

Everybody seems to know me. It's very strange

Dat veniam corvis, vexat censura columbas. - Censure acquits the raven, but pursues the dove.

Apathy is the slow poison coursing through the body politic that paves the way to tyranny.

...there is no old age of the soul.