It would need someone very remarkable to recover your name, Stephen, someone of rare perspicacity, with extraordinary talents and incomparable nobility of character. Me, in fact.

I have a scholar's love of silence and solitude. To sit and pass hour after hour in idle chatter with a roomful of strangers is to me the worst sort of torment.

She even learnt the language of a strange country which Senior Cosetti had been told some people believed still existed, although no-one in the world could say where it was. The name of this country was Wales.

He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands.

All books are doors; and some of them are wardrobes.

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

To be more precise it was the color of heartache.