A note of music gains significance from the silence on either side.

These bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her. . . . She had not lost it. She was touching it with her fingertips. This was flying: to go swiftly over the earth you loved, touching it lightly with your fingertips, holding the railroads lines in your hand to guide you, like a skein of wool in a spider-web game - like following Ariadne's thread through the Minotaur's maze, Where would it lead, where?

Marriage is tough, because it is woven of all these various elements, the weak and the strong. "In love-ness" is fragile for it is woven only with the gossamer threads of beauty. It seems to me absurd to talk about "happy" and "unhappy" marriages.

For it is not merely the trivial which clutters our lives but the important as well

there is no aristocracy of grief. Grief is a great leveler.

Lost time is like a run in a stocking. It always gets worse.

The nice thing about really intelligent people is that when you talk with them they make you feel intelligent too.