“No whitness lost is so white as the memory of whitness”

“Right. The dance.” I reply with all the whit of a pencil. Now who’s rocking the eye avoidance? That would be me.”

“But I needed this, Whit. I needed to pay him back. For stealing my life. For stealing our life together. - Celia”

“I felt freed to please myself, to find my way as I would, in a world that was much vaster than I had realized before, in which I was but one star-gleam, one wavelet, among multitudes. My happiness mattered not a whit more than the next person's - or the next fish's, or the next grass-blade's! - and not a whit less.”

“Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a specialprovidence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will benow; if it be not now, yet it will come: thereadiness is all.”

“Really rather fascinating, you know,' he confided, and I recognized, with an internal sigh, the song of the scholar, as identifying a sound as the terr-whit! of a thrush.”