A hundred hundred heartbeats... whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face.

I have never known what to tell anybody. Except that it is better to do something than nothing, even if the cost is great.

Yep, said Arthur. Somehow seemed the most positive thing he could say. Stronger than and more heroic than . He hoped he could live up to it.

Fine!" muttered Mogget. "Wet, cold, and full of holes. Another fun day on the river.

There is never one absolutely right thing to do. All you can do is honor what you believe, accept the consequences of your own actions, and make the best out of what happens.

For everyone and everything, there is a time to die. Some do not know it, or would delay it, but its truth cannot be denied. Not when you look into the stars of the ninth gate.

Charity is a very labour-intensive virtue.

Do not tarry, do not stop, no matter what happens.

A Kiss, said Mogget sleepily. Actually, just a breath would do. But you have to start kissing someone sometime, I suppose.A breath? she asked. She didn't want to kiss just any wooden man. He looked...

Choosers will be beggars if the begging's not their choosing, said the DogWhat does that mean?I have no idea, said the Dog

Please," said Lirael... "I think I would like to work in this Library.""The Library," repeated Sanar, looking troubled. "That can be dangerous to a girl of fourteen. Or a woman of forty, for that...

Who or what are you? Besides insufferably rude?

Choosers will be beggars if the begging's not their choosing.

Let this be my final lesson. Everyone and everything has a time to die.

Five Great Charters knit the landTogether linked, hand in handOne in the people who wear the crownTwo in the folk who keep the Dead downThree and Five became stone and mortarFour sees all in frozen...

Sometimes it is easier to see the light when you stand partly in the darkness.

To read and pray the Psalms is to join the voices of numberless people who too have read and prayed them, have felt their joy, anguish, and indignation.

Religion that is confined to the sanctuary is worse than no religion at all, for it is false.

Justice comes from the soul.

People always seemed to think that you stopped believing things in a single, lightning-bolt moment, an instantaneous revelation of loss. For her, at least, the process of disenchantment had been...

I'm a child in that respect: able to live, psychically speaking, on a crumb of anticipation for weeks at a time, but always in danger of crushing the waited-for event with the freight of my excessive...

But I doubt very much that Sheba's comic oddity will actually earn her more lenience from the court. In all likelihood, she'll receive exactly the same punishment as a man. The guardians of gender...

She was not so swept away that she could not see the high comedy of this spiritual seduction: a Litvinoff daughter, a third-generation atheist, an enemy of all forms of magical thinking, wandering...

Sheba has often told me that she thinks there's a rhythm to married life, an ebb and flow in the pleasure that a couple take in one another. The rhythm varies from couple to couple, she says. For some...

Audrey nodded warily. She had never cared for conspiratorial female conversation of this sort. Its assumption of shared preoccupations was usually unfounded in her experience, its intimacies almost...

Depression, in Karla's experience, was a dull, inert thing - a toad that squatted wetly on your head until it finally gathered the energy to slither off. The unhappiness she had been living with for...

The conclusion of Dowell's narrative offers not a resolution, so much as a plangent confirmation of complexities. While Ford would certainly have agreed with Dowell that it is a novelist's business to...

{... }One pretends that manners are the formalisation of basic kindness and consideration, but a great deal of the time they're simply aesthetics dressed up as moral principles, aren't they?

It is always difficult, the transition from noisy refusal to humble acceptance.

I cannot do this anymore. I cannot pull myself together again and spend the next fifteen hours of wakefulness fending off the fact of my own misery.