- Mrs Clack: What have you done?
- Mr Walker: He is the victim of a crime.
- Mrs Clack: We have agreed never to go back. Never!
- Mr Walker: What was the purpose of our leaving? Let us not forget, it was out of hope of something good and right.
- Mr Percy: You should not have made decisions without us. You have gone too far.
- Mr Walker: I'm guilty, Robert! I made a decision of the heart. I cannot look into another's eyes and see the same look I see in August's without justification! It is too painful, I cannot bare it!
- Mrs Clack: You have jeopardised everything we've made.
- Mr Walker: Who do you think will continue this place, this life? Do you plan to live forever? It is in them that our future lies, it is in Ivy and Lucius that this, this way of life will continue. Yes, I have risked! I hope I am always able to risk everything for the just and right cause! If we did not make this decision, we could never again call ourselves innocent. And that, in the end, is what we have protected here, innocence! That, I'm not ready to give up!
- Mr Nicholson: Let her go. If it ends, it ends. We can move towards hope, it's what's beautiful about this place. We must not run from heartache. You know, my brother was slain in the towns, the rest of my family died here. Heartache is a part of life, we know that now. Ivy's running toward hope, let her run. If this place is worthy, she'll be successful in her quest.
- Mrs Clack: How could you have sent her? She's blind.
- Mr Walker: She's more capable than most in this village. And she's led by love. The world moves for love. It kneels before it in awe.
"I did examine myself," he said. "Solitude did increase my perception. But here’s the tricky thing—when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there. There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn’t even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free."
"But as midnight inevitably came and went without the horsemen of the apocalypse making an appearance, Clara surprised herself by falling into a melancholy. For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling sea-water to retrieve the salt—something is gained but something is lost."
— White Teeth by Zadie Smith.
"It was done; it was finished. Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision."
— To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf (last lines).