What goes unnamed remains hard to correct.

A male usually had made up his mind before you began to talk to him -so why bother?- but a female, because her mind was more supple, was always prepared to become more disappointed in you than she had yet suspected possible.

Starlight and comet tails burned the tips of endless grass below into hammered silver. Like thousands of tapers in the chapel, just blown out but still glowing. If one could drown in the grass...it might be the best way to die.

She's sent the crows out to blind the guests coming for dinner!" What?" She's BLINDING THE GUESTS COMING FOR DINNER!" Well, that's one way to avoid having to dust, I suppose.

As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

If one could drown in the grass, thought Elphie, that might be the best way to die.

Before catechisms can instill a proper humility, small children know the truth that their own existence has caused the world to bloom into being.