Magic, madam, is like wine and, if you are not used to it, it will make you drunk.

Such nonsense!" declared Dr Greysteel. "Whoever heard of cats doing anything useful!" "Except for staring at one in a supercilious manner," said Strange. "That has a sort of moral usefulness, I suppose, in making one feel uncomfortable and encouraging sober reflection upon one's imperfections.

To be more precise it was the color of heartache.

He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did.

He screamed. Mmm?' inquired the gentleman. I...I would never presume to interrupt you, sir. But the ground appears to be swallowing me up.' It is a bog,' said the gentleman, helpfully. It is certainly a most terrifying substance.

He hardly ever spoke of magic, and when he did it was like a history lesson and no one could bear to listen to him.

Lovers are rarely the most rational beings in creation.