- Edward Fairfax Rochester: I wish at times I were a trifle better adapted to match with her, externally. Tell me now, fairy that you are, you couldn't give a charm or a filter or something of the sort?
- Jane Eyre: I would be past the power of magic, sir.
- Edward Fairfax Rochester: His appearance. I forget how you described his appearance. A raw curate -- half strangled in a white neck-cloth? Hmm?
- Jane Eyre: St. John dresses well. He's a very handsome man. Tall. Blond. Blue-eyed. And with a Grecian profile.
- Edward Fairfax Rochester: Damn him! Did you like him, Jane?
- Jane Eyre: Oh yes, I liked him, sir! But you asked me that before.
- Edward Fairfax Rochester: Perhaps you would rather not sit beside me any longer, Miss Eyre.
- Jane Eyre: Why not, Mr. Rochester?
- Edward Fairfax Rochester: The contrast between a tall, graceful, fair-haired Apollo... and a Vulcan: black, broad-shouldered and blind into the bargain.
- Jane Eyre: I never thought of it before... but you are rather Vulcan-like.
- Edward Fairfax Rochester: Hurumph!