golden-age

There are some people to whom muddled thinking and self-deception are the two most unforgivable crimes in the world.

There was no need for a term like __agical thinking_ in the Golden Age of Man...there was only genuine everyday magic and mysticism. Children were not mocked or scolded in those days for singing to the rain or talking to the wind.

The turnip cannot thrive in the tulips patch of soil.

Neighbours watching neighbours, twisting ropes to bind us all.

All we can do if we're lucky is stich up the mistakes other people make.

From little seeds great flowers grow.

That may be. But to decide that I was never going to live as a proper woman was not your choice to make.' 'What do you mean a proper woman?' 'A proper woman marries - she has children -' 'Then what does that make me? Am I not a proper woman? Last time I looked I certainly was.

The rules of this house are written in water. I must either sink or swim.

The night darkens, the stars unfriendly, the cold a knife upon her neck - but Nella waits, until she can no longer difference between Johannes and the darkness that carries him away.

Because, Petronella - it's something in his soul. It's something in his soul and you can't get it out.

You are a stone, thrown upon a lake. But the ripples you create will never make you still.

I feel younger than eighteen but burdened as a eighty-year-old.

What was once, is no longer.

This city is like no other city in the world. It is brilliant but it is bloated, and I've never called it home

There are horizons through the brickwork, you wait and see.

We're nothing more than prisoners to your desire.

Take care, take care. This city thrives! It's money gives you wings to soar. But it is a yoke on your shoulders and you would do well to take note of the bruise around your neck.

Believe it or don't believe it, Madame. But my feet are tired too. Bloody tired. Like a dead man's.