“The trouble with you, Vic," he said, "is that you think of the world as a sort of huge museum with too many visitors allowed in.”

“Sometimes I think that's the trouble with the world: too many people in high places who are stone-cold dead.”

“You have seen trouble too, Sarah. You are making a mistake if you think it is unusual. I am telling you, trouble is like the ocean. It covers two thirds of the world.”

“Vic bears you no ill will. He is outside drinking the Dew of the Mountain and will be glad to see you yourself again" Ranulf said to Lucas.”

“I am your own way of looking at things," she said. "When you allow me to live with you, every glance at the world around you will be a sort of salvation”

“When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic's parents couldn't help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn't help seeing who he didn't want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn't see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.”