“I believe in prophetic speech . . . still. I believe in Cassandra, I believe in Electra and in the charming Antigone. . . . For me, they’re more alive than the [Institute for] Intellectual Cooperation and its choice group of old men.”

“A crippled childSaid, "How shall I dance?"Let your heart danceWe said.Then the invalid said:"How shall I sing?"Let your heart singWe saidThen spoke the poor dead thistle,"But I, how shall I dance?"Let your heart fly to the windWe said.Then God spoke from above"How shall I descend from the blue?"Come dance for us here in the lightWe said.All the valley is dancingTogether under the sun,And the heart of him who joins us notIs turned to dust, to dust.”

“Yup: definitely more Snow Queen than Dancing Queen.”

“Where did you get that?" shouted Cassie, rubbing her temples fiercely, fighting to focus."This?" Isabella swung at a hooded figure as it made a lunge for her, cracking her weapon into its head. The figure dropped like a stone. "I bring this to school every term, Cassie! I knew it would come in handsome.""Handy," said Cassie, shaking her head clear at last.”

“You think I don't know these ancient labyrinths? I know them all, in every city. I've known them for centuries.""And you're looking your age," said Cassie.”

“Pretty?" mused Katerina. "I suppose so. She has unusual looks. True beauty, I think, requires a touch of cruelty. That seems to be missing.""Good," muttered Cassie under her breath.Richard shot her a warning look.”

“I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies.”