Pity wraps the student of the past in an ambrosial cloud, and washes his limbs with eternal youth.
E. M. ForsterHe doesn't want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn't love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.
E. M. ForsterThe final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.
E. M. Forster