I admit," I said, "that a second murder in a book often cheers things up." - Hastings

Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.

There are many things that are unbelievable. Especially before breakfast, is it not? That is what one of your classics says. Six impossible things before breakfast.

It's what's in *yourself* that makes you happy or unhappy.

Juliet singles out Romeo. Desdemona claims Othello. They have no doubts, the young, no fear, no pride.

Books are a habit-forming drug.

To care passionately for another human creature brings always more sorrow than joy; but at the same time, Elinor, one would not be without experience. Anyone who has never really loved has never really lived.