“Home," he said softly. "If there is a more beautiful word in any language, I do not know it.”
“How beautiful that is!" said Laurie softly, for he was quick to see and feel beauty of any kind.”
“Weston did not know the Malacandrian word for laugh: indeed, it was not a word he understood very well in any language.”
“I know,” he said, very softly. “Let’s go home. Let’s go home, and you can tell me whatever you want, and I’ll believe you.”
“And on the way home I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.”
“May,” said Dany. That was such a slippery word, may. In any language.”