<p>"It was not the correct thing to say, but they have begun to arrive flustered him badly. He liked visitors, but he liked to know them before they arrived, and he preferred to ask them himself. He had a horrible thought that the cakes might run short and then he-as the host: he knew his duty and stuck to it no matter how painful-he might have to go without."</p>
<p>"She grew daring and reckless, overestimating her strength. She wanted to swim far out, where no woman had swum before"
“That night she was like the tottering, stumbling, clutching child, who of a sudden realizes its power, and walks for the first time alone, boldly and with overconfidence”</p>
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My wolf-skull. Moon-bruise. Heart of Caldicot. It is my life, part of it. My seeing stone. When will I sit in this window seat again? With my knees up, my ink-perch beside me. A cream page on my lap. With this quill. Downstairs, everyone is asleep. The hall's furry with warmth and thick breathing. But this writing room, it is corpse-cold. I think I can hear the music of the North Star.
<p>Another of mine:
"'You will not judge me more, Elizabeth. I have good reason to think before I charge fraud on Abigail, and I will think on it. Let you look to your own improvement before you go to judge your husband anymore. I have forgot Abigail...'"</p>
<p>"Here are my rules: what can be done with one substance must never be done with another. No two materials are alike. No two sites on earth are alike. No two buildings have the same purpose. The purpose, the site, the material determine the shape. Nothing can be reasonable or beautiful unless its made by one central idea, and the idea sets every detail. A building is alive, like a man."</p>
<p>"We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding cake of the ceilingand then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea."</p>
<p>or is this one from the same book a better hint: "They had spent a year in France, for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unre****lly wherever people played polo and were rich together."</p>
<p>"All kin's a vegetables in the garden, and if we want a little whisky we can sell a few eggs or something, or some milk. We'd jus' live there. We'd belong there."</p>