She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.

Oh! And they read English novels! David! Did you ever look into an English novel? Well, do not trouble yourself. It is nothing but a lot of nonsense about girls with fanciful names getting married.

How quickly was every bad thing discovered to be the fault of the previous administration (an evil set of men who wedded general stupidity to wickedness of purpose).

..The argument he was conducting with his neighbor as to whether the English magician had gone mad because he was a magician, or because he was English.

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

I was told once by some country people that a magician should never tell his dreams because the telling will make them come true. But I say that is great nonsense.

When he awoke it was dawn. Or something like dawn. The light was watery, dim and incomparably sad. Vast, grey, gloomy hills rose up all around them and in between the hills there was a wide expanse of black bog. Stephen had never seen a landscape so calculated to reduce the onlooker to utter despair in an instant. "This is one of your kingdoms, I suppose, sir?" he said. "My kingdoms?" exclaimed the gentleman in surprize. "Oh, no! This is Scotland!