At midnight the wind in the tress can sound like the ocean. The moonlight can make a road appear as endless as the sea.

People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?

Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.

What people read revealed so much about them that she considered our card catalog a treasure house of privileged secrets; each card contained the map of an individual’s soul.

Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.

I love science fiction but especially his because it's so humane.

You are only worthy of what you prove yourself to be.