I hated it. I hated this. I hated feeling so terrible because of someone else.

He cared for languages dead long enough that they wouldn’t change on him.

...the sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us.

Sometimes, your eyes see something your brain doesn't. You pick up a nmewspaper and yourhead gives you a phrase that you didn't consciously read yet. You walk into a room and you realize something's out of place before you've bothered to properly look. I felt that happening now." "Sam's thoughts on page 304 of Linger.

There are too many people on horseback today trying to prove themselves, trying to prepare, trying to get faster. They haven't discovered yet that it's not the fastest who make it to race day. You only have to be the fastest of those who are left.

It's rude to stare, but the great thing about staring at a sedated person is that they don't know you're doing it.

I'm quite happy for that smile, because Dad told me once you should be grateful for the gifts that are the rarest.