“You should gofrom place to placerecovering the poemsthat have been written for youto which you can affix your signature.Don't discuss these matterswith anyone.Retrieve. Retrieve.When the basket is fullsomeone will appearto whom you can present it.”

“... you can advance only by more than filling your present place.”

“Once you have been tortured, you can never belong in this world. There is no place that ever be your home.”

“You feel, I suppose, that, in losing Isabella, you lose half yourself: you feel a void in your heart which nothing else can occupy.  Society is becoming irksome; and as for the amusements in which you were wont to share at Bath, the very idea of which without her is abhorrent.  You would not, for instance, now go to a ball for the world.  You feel that you have no longer any friend to whom you can speak with unreserve; on whose regard you can place dependence; or whose counsel, in any difficult, you could rely on.”

“Home is the place you return to when you have finally lost your soul. Home is the place where life is born, not the place of your birth, but the place where you seek rebirth. When you no longer have to remember which tale of your own past is true and which is an invention, when you know that you are an invention, then is the time to seek out your home. Perhaps only when you have come to understand that can you finally reach home.”

“Bellario. Sir, you did take me upWhen I was nothing; and only yet am somethingBy being yours. You trusted me unknown;And that which you were apt to consterA simple innocence in me, perhapsMight have been craft, the cunning of a boyHardened in lies and theft: yet ventured youTo part my miseries and me; for which,I never can expect to serve a ladyThat bears more honour in her breast than you.”