But when the fairy sang the whole world listened to him. Stephen felt clouds pause in their passing; he felt sleeping hills shift and murmur; he felt cold mists dance. 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. In the fairy’s song the earth recognized the names by which it called itself.

You mean to say he became mad deliberately?' ...Nothing is more likely,' said the duke.

For, though the room was silent, the silence of half a hundred cats is a peculiar thing, like fifty individual silences all piled one on top of another.

It is curious and we magicians collect curiosities, you know.

Lovers are rarely the most rational beings in creation.

To be more precise it was the color of heartache.

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