“you got two feet, Sethe, not four." he said, and right then a forest sprang up between them; tactless and quiet.”
“Four will Become Two, Lion and Tiger will Meet in Battle, and Blood will Rule the Forest.”
“Shockingly tactless,” Lady Warford said. “Unfortunately, Longmore can be tactless quite fluently in several languages”
“My math is so fuzzy you should pet it. Four minus two isn’t two, because between two and four minus two is an infinite number of numbers.”
“There sprang up between them the light jesting conversation of people who are free and satisfied, to whom it does not matter where they go or what they talk about.”
“He counted his steps. That was how you got through tough things. You counted. Once you said, "one," then you knew "two" was coming, and "three" right after that.”