William Tavener never heeded ominous forecasts in the domestic horizon, and he never looked for a storm until it broke.

Let people go on talking as they like, and we will go on living as we think best.

Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.

The land belongs to the future.

Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?

Thea was still under the belief that public opinion could be placated; that if you clucked often enough, the hens would mistake you for one of themselves.

The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself.