He made a sound of frustation, caught at her hand, brought it to his chest, and pressed it flat over his heart. The steady beat hammered against her palm. "Every heart has its own melody," he said. "You know mine.

Hugo is a raven,and, as such he knows many things. I, meanwhile, am Hodge Starkweathe, a professor of history, as such, I do not know nearly enough.

What I do know is that if we are born again, I will meet you in another life, and if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so that we can cross together.

You ask a lot of questions, don't you?" "My brother always says curiosity is my besetting sin.

When Will truly wants something,” said Jem, quietly, “when he feels something — he can break your heart.

You know men. We have delicate egos.

When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind's eye always with a book in your hand.