I’m not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.

After that, how unbelievable death was! - that is must end; and no one in the whole world would know how she had loved it all.

Once she knows how to read there's only one thing you can teach her to believe in and that is herself.

Once you fall, Septimus repeated to himself, human nature is on you. Holmes and Bradshaw are on you. They scour the desert. They fly screaming into the wilderness. The rack and the thumbscrew are applied. Human nature is remorseless.

What is a woman? I assure you, I do not know ... I do not believe that anybody can know until she has expressed herself in all the arts and professions open to human skill.

Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart.

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought.