“And it was cowardly for a man to say he would kill himself, but Septimus had fought; he was brave; he was not Septimus now”

“He was drowned, he used to say, and lying on a cliff with gulls screaming over him. He would look over the edge of the sofa down into the sea. Or he was hearing music… But “Lovely!” he used to cry and the tears would run down his cheeks, which was to her the most dreadful thing of all, to see a man like Septimus, who had fought, who was brave, crying. And he would lie listening until suddenly he would cry that he was falling down, down into the flames!”

“Septimus was suddenly horribly afraid that the Antidote would not work. He glanced nervously at Marcia, who whispered, "It will work, Septimus. You must believe in it." Physik isn't like Magyk," said Septimus unhappily. "It doesn't matter whether you expect it to work or not. Either it does or it doesn't.""I doubt that very much," said Marcia. "A little belief in something always helps.”

“To say that a man lieth, is as much to say, as that he is brave towards God, and a coward towards men.”

“I really like Septimus Heap. he is my favorite guy in the story. I should make you all read it.”

“If it be well weighed, to say that a man lieth, is as much to say, as that he is brave towards God and a coward towards men.”