Perhaps anything that he did would have pleased Lucy, but his awkwardness went straight to her heart.

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy.

By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles," noted Will. "Has no one respect for the classics these days?

You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy"... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.

If there really is such a thing as turning in one's grave, Shakespeare must get a lot of exercise.

No code mattered to her before she broke it, but it came crashing down on her afterwards." - Atticus Finch

You, you insolent brazen bitch—you really dare to shake that monstrous spear in Father’s face?

Think of this- that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other.

In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.

Time is going really faster than you think. That second just passed now, get up, pack the bag, get lost…

I shall never be converted, and I shall remain true to my old religion of the classics until my life's end.

Mama, the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.

I've never met anyone as kind as you are, except me Mum, o' course." --Benjamin Trimmel to Lady Alexandra.

If you want to find out if someone is a true bookworm or not, give them a thousand page novel and see what happens.