It is these black clothes, said Strange. I am like a leftover piece of funeral, condemned to walk about the Town, frightening people into thinking of their own mortality.
It has been remarked (by a lady infinitely cleverer than the present author) how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry.
He was one of those people whose ideas are too lively to be confined in their brains and spill out into the world to the consternation of passers-by.
Both had indulged in, if not Black Magic, then certainly magic of a darker hue than seemed desirable or legitimate.
And she was quite tolerable to look at, you say? said Mr Lascelles. You never saw her? said Drawlight. Oh! she was a heavenly creature. Quite divine. An angel. Indeed? And such a pinched-looking ruin...
A gentleman in Mr Norell's position with a fine house and a large estate will always be of interest to his neighbors and, unless those neighbors are very stupid, they will always contrive to know a li...
She feared he would never profit by it for it was not the fashion to be modest and quiet and kind-hearted.
You think that I am angry, but I am not. You think I do not know why you have done what you have done, but I do. You think you have put all your heart into that writing and that every one in England n...
Yet it is true—skin can mean a great deal. Mine means that any man may strike me in a public place and never fear the consequences. It means that my friends do not always like to be seen with me in th...
This young woman, he indicated Miss Wintertowne, she has, I dare say, all the usual accomplishments and virtues? She was graceful? Witty? Vivacious? Capricious? Danced like sunlight? Rode ilk the wind...
There was no one there. Which is to say there was someone there. Miss Wintertowne lay upon the bed, but it would have puzzled philosophy to say now whether she were someone or no one at all. They
The trees, the stones and the earth had taken him inside themselves, but in their shape it was possible still to discern something of the man he had once been.
Suddenly it seemed that all that had been learnt in every English childhood of the wildness of English magic might still be true, and even now on some long-forgotten paths, behind the sky, on the othe...
Sometimes you my graciously permit all the most beautiful ladies in the land to wait in line to kiss your hands and fall in love with you.
Sir Walter took this to mean he had not –which Sir Walter was glad of, for Sir Walter thought a great deal of a man’s having a profession and believed that useful, steady occupation might cure many th...
She took a step forward, and so did the unknown woman. Suddenly realization and relief came upon her in equal measures; It is a mirror! Oh! How foolish! How foolish! To be afraid of my own reflection!...
Several people seized Strange bodily. One man started shaking him vigorously, as though he thought that he might in this way dispel any magic before it took effect.
O, wherever men of my sort used to go, long ago. Wandering on paths that other men have not seen. Behind the sky. On the other side of the rain.
Mr Honeyfoot and Mr Segundus, being magicians themselves, had not needed to be told that the library of Hurtfew Abbey was dearer to its possessor than all his other riches; and they were not surprized...
It is curious and we magicians collect curiosities, you know.