“Your heart cannot feel Nothing it cannot heal. If you keep yourself still, Steal no time it’s no real!”

“When Mr. William Faraday sat down to write his memoirs after fifty-eight years of blameless inactivity he found the work of inscribing the history of his life almost as tedious as living it had been, and so, possessing a natural invention coupled with a gift for locating the easier path, he began to prevaricate a little upon the second page, working his way up to downright lying on the sixth and subsequent folios.”

“If you aren’t the woman I think you are, then this isn’t the world I thought it was.”