It's the problem with age. You have all these rusty arguments, and no quarrel to use them in. My brain is a museum, but alas, I'm the only visitor, and even I am not terribly interested in the displays.

The only way to retrieve a secret,once known, is to replace it with a lie.

If only we were wiser or better people, perhaps the gods would explain to us the mad, unbearable things they do.

You who speak languages, you are such liars.

Today, Mr. Darcy is a vampire.

In a way she actually preferred Peter to other people because of this. He always acted out of intelligent self-interest.

Thanks from keeping me from being a liar," said Nikolai. "What?" "About your having diarrhea." "For you I'd get dysentery." "Now that's friendship.