You nearly killed eight people!" I managed to gasp out loud. "My count was closer to twelve," returned Havisham as she opened the door. "And anyhow, you can't nearly kill someone. Either they are dead or they are not.

Social mores change with time, like fashion - who knows where it might all end up? I especially like the idea that waste, impoliteness and overpopulation become "abominations," although I'm not sure recycling one's aunt will ever truly catch on.

Marriage is an honorable estate and should not be used simply as an excuse for legal intercourse.

Ordinary adults don't like children to speak of things that are denied them by their own gray minds.

You many have noticed I have a temper ... but when I calmed down, I realized that this world, blighted and imperfect as it is, would be better with you in it.

The cleanest souls are the easiest to soil.

Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.