One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor everything like a drop of black ink in white milk.

As a matter of fact she does not know to this day if those words were spoken, or if he only caught her, wound his arms around her, held her so tightly, with such continual, changing pressures that it seemed more than two arms were needed, that she was surrounded by him, his body strong and light, demanding and renouncing all at once, as if he was telling her she was wrong to give up on him, everything was possible, but then again that she was not wrong, he meant to stam himself on her and go.

The skin of everyday appearances stretched over such shamelessness, such consuming explosions of lust.

Why is it a surprise to find that people other than ourselves are able to tell lies?

Few people, very few, have a treasure, and if you do you must hang onto it. You must not let yourself be waylaid, and have it taken from you.

I despised their antics because I took life seriously and had a much more lofty and tender notion of romance. But I would have liked to get their attention just the same.

Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.