“Goodnight you princes of Maine, you kings of New England.”

“For Homer Wells, it was different. He did not imagine leaving St. Cloud's. The Princes of Maine that Homer saw, the Kings of New England that he imagined — they reigned at the court of St. Cloud's, they traveled nowhere; they didn't get to go to sea; they never even saw the ocean. But somehow, even to Homer Wells, Dr. Larch's benediction was uplifting, full of hope. These Princes of Maine, these Kings of New England, these orphans of St. Cloud's — whoever they were, they were the heroes of their own lives. That much Homer could see in the darkness; that much Dr. Larch, like a father, gave him.”

“Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest.”

“it was like an examination paper that asks grammar, when what you want to be asked is Kings of England.”

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“Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance:No king of England, if not king of France”