“No, little one, George's ghost won't come back. Human beings don't have souls. No soul, no ghost. Simple." "How can you say that?" protested Mopple. "We don't know whether humans have souls or not." "Every lamb knows that your soul… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“The sea looked as if it had been licked clean, blue and clear and smooth, and there were a few woolly little clouds in… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“They can herd you only because you can't herd yourselves. Forget the flock. Forget the dogs. Herd yourselves.” — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“No, little one, George's ghost won't come back. Human beings don't have souls. No soul, no ghost. Simple." "How can you say that?" protested… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“Do you think the Goblin King really did it?" asked Cordelia hesitantly. All the sheep knew she was talking about George's death. Mopple quickly… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“Cordelia was thinking how human beings can invent words, how they can line up their invented words side by side on paper. It was… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“No sheep may leave the flock," he said to anyone who would listen, "unless he comes back again.” — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“Justice!” bleated Othello. “Justice!” bleated the other sheep. And so it was decided that George Glenn’s sheep themselves would solve the wicked murder of… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“Maple thought optimistically that human beings, on their good days, weren't much dimmer than sheep. Or at least, not much dimmer than dim sheep.” — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“Cordelia loved his explanations. She loved knowing words that belonged to things she'd never seen, even to things you couldn't see at all. She… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
“The group was led by a very thin man whom the sheep didn't know. They looked hard at him. The leader of the flock… — Leonie Swann Copy Share Image
