“Ludwig’s enormous, awe-inspiring genius, his productivity, his prescient modernism were all contained in music. Beside that, the letters to the Immortal Beloved looked no more impressive to her than bathroom stall graffiti: L.V.B. luvs his I.B. Wishes she wuz here.… — Magnus Flyte Copy Share Image
“Charlotte Yates didn’t especially care for music. All that abstract mooning about. Words, that was what moved people. A good play was worth a thousand symphonies.” — Magnus Flyte Copy Share Image
“The Nazis had been one thing. The communists were another. But now there were academics crawling all over the palace.” — Magnus Flyte Copy Share Image
“Prayer. That was what people did when there was nothing else left to do.” — Magnus Flyte Copy Share Image
“Isn’t it funny that only twenty years ago, they were down there cowering in terror that we trigger-happy, decadent, capitalist Americans would go nuclear… — Magnus Flyte Copy Share Image
“This place was just a pile of old stones. Pretty stones arranged in intriguing ways, but just old stones. “And outdated wiring,” her father… — Magnus Flyte Copy Share Image
“Indeed, a convent was a kind of early think tank for women, since it was the preferred choice of intellectuals wanting to escape marriage.” — Magnus Flyte Copy Share Image
“Prague is a threshold.” “A threshold?” “Yes. Between the life of good and … the other.” Sarah thought of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. “I’m… — Magnus Flyte Copy Share Image
“She hadn’t really counted on having to measure pedagogic dick length with a whole tribe.” — Magnus Flyte Copy Share Image
“Rules of science.” Alessandro shrugged his elegant shoulders. “And what are those? We don’t even know how this works.” He pointed to his head.” — Magnus Flyte Copy Share Image
“Mark Twain said that, outside of Vienna, all coffee was merely liquid poverty," Sarah commented.” — Magnus Flyte Copy Share Image
