To let oneself be carried on passively is unthinkable. ‘That’s your course, world,’ one says, ‘mine is this.

“I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.”

“Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle …”

“Once you fall, Septimus repeated to himself, human nature is on you.”

“That was the strange thing, that one did not know where one was going, or what …”