Books" - Snell smiled - "are a kind of magic.

Were you listening to a word I said ' 'I kind of switched off when you drew breath.

Our notions of self-determination are, on the whole, something of a myth. We are governed almost exclusively by our own peculiar habits, which makes those who rail against them that much more remarkable.

…Tell me, has anything odd happened to you recently? What do you mean, odd?' Unusual. Deviating from the customary. Something outside the usual parameters of normalcy. An occurrence of unprecedented weird.

Death and the end of one's life are two very different things indeed.

Words are like leaves,. . .like people really, fond of their own society.

Prejudice is a product of ignorance that hides behind barriers of tradition.