“Remember when I moved in you and the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was, "Hallelujah.”

“The machines are too dull when weare lion-poems that move & breathe.”

“But such a tide as moving seems asleep,too full for sound or foam,when that which drew from outthe boundless deepturns again home.”

“I moved my feet in a vague shuffle, and remembered somewhere that when you walked, you moved them alternately. This improved our progress considerably.”

“Remember this when you are queen,” he whispered hoarsely. “I moved the earth and the water for you.”

“It's too late. It was too late by the time I arrived in London to turn your notebook into a dove; there were too many people already involved. Anything either of us does has an effect on everyone here, on every patron who walks through those gates. Hundreds if not thousands of people. All flies in a spiderweb that was spun when I was six years old and now I can barely move for fear of losing someone else.”