... only love begets love.

I adore the struggle you carry in yourself. I adore your terrifying sincerity.

They courted the face on the screen, the face of translucence, the face of wax on which men found it possible to imprint the image of their fantasy.

Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?

We cannot cure the evils of politics with politics.

He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.

She was fully, painfully aware that very rarely did midnight strike in two hearts at once, very rarely did midnight arouse two different equal desires, and that any dislocation in this, any indifference, was an indication of disunity, of the difficulties, the impossibilities of fusion between two human beings.