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I found folly everywhere, but there were grains of wisdom in every stream of it.

But we can trust him Roger, I swear, she said with a final effort,Because he's Will.

Blake said Milton was a true poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it. I am of the Devil's party and know it.

A murderer was a worthy companion.

No one, not even Shakespeare, surpasses Milton in his command of the sound, the music, the weight and taste and texture of English words.

swathed in an old tweed coat on which the damp had settled like a thousand tiny pearls.

in writing like this, he was letting truth from beyond time into history, and thus making history the handmaid of posterity and not its governor...

I'm with the fool in the psalm. You thought we could get on without you; no – you didn't care whether we got on without you or not. You just got up and left. So that's what we're doing, we're getting on.

Beacause if they think the Dust is bad, it must be good.

If there's an invisible assassin in this place, I can only imagine it's the Devil himself, I dare say he feels quite at home.

We shouldn't be afraid of the obvious, because stories are about life, and life is full of obvious things like food and sleep and love and courage which you don't stop needing just because you're a good reader.

When I'm writing, I'm more conscious of the sound, actually, than the meaning. I know what the rhythm of the sentence is going to be before I know what the words are going to be in it.

In Malcolm's view the story was almost insufferable

there is an angel called Metatron.

Reason had brought her to this state. She had exalted reason over every other faculty. The result had been—was now—the deepest unhappiness she had ever felt.

Alexander was given a reward, and he went on to become a great hunter of atheists and pagans.

Marcel Delamare asked the question with enormous and unconcealed patience.

I have told you all the rules I know. If there are rules I have forgotten to mention then they do not matter.

It was the loneliness of his death that upset Malcolm most.

but he wondered how many others had seen the loneliness in her expression when she wasn't guarding it.

Phantoms. Ghasts of this kind or that. Emissaries of the Evil One. Do you believe that? Of course. It would be an intellectual failure to do anything else.

Thoughts that didn't bear thinking kept crowding in and shouldering aside her pretended passivity.

The loveliest fairy tale of childhood is that everything happens in order.

I am not impressed by the White House!" my father cried, hammering on the table to shut her up after she'd said "the White House" for the fifteenth time. "I am only impressed by who lives there. And the person who lives there is a Nazi.