“Look, even in the shadows of skyscrapers some still stumble over the rubble of Babylon and stay separate. But a fearless few cross our lines of language. Lamp-led messengers show the common ground we’re already standing on – if we’ll just look. There’s light.”

“You are stuck with me till the world falls to pieces, and if we’re not still standing even then we’ll still find a way to be together…”

“Cross.” His head popped up a few shelves over. “What?” “Check out the magic crap.” He shot me a look. “Oh, is that what we’re supposed to be doing? Because I’ve just been drawing hearts and our initials in the dirt.” Sophie + Archer”

“Literature is no one’s private ground, literature is common ground; let us trespass freely and fearlessly and find our own way for ourselves.”

“Remember, light and shadow never stand still.”

“In Mary-Lynette’s mind he did look like a knight off on a quest for his fair lady – no weapons or armour. But then Ash started walking backwards, waving at the same time and it ruined the effect.“Even when we’re apart we’ll be looking at the same sky!” he cried.“What a line!" Mary-Lynette yelled back.”