“And worse I may be yet: the worst is notSo long as we can say 'This is the worst.”

“This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.”

“Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.”

“Men must endureTheir going hence, even as their coming hither.Ripeness is all.”

“Proper deformity shows not in the fiendSo horrid as in woman.”

“That such a slave as this should wear a sword,Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these,Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwainWhich are too intrinse t' unloose; smooth every passionThat...”

“All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.”

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”

“I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.”

“And there was never a better time to delve for pleasure in language than the sixteenth century, when novelty blew through English like a spring breeze. Some twelve thousand words, a phenomenal numb...”

“O! Learn to read what silent love hath writ:to hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.”

“What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...”