To love makes one solitary, she thought. She could tell nobody, not even Septimus now...

“He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the…”

“When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarre…”

“Love had a thousand shapes. There might be lovers whose gift it was to choose o…”

“The writer has us by the hand, forces us along her road, makes us see what she …”