As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.

Our language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe.

Do we have to confess our loves to everyone?" asked Thorne softly. "Can we not keep some secrets?

And my heart beat faster for the mountains of eastern Europe, finally, beat faster for the one hope that somewhere we might find in that primitive countryside the answer to why under God this suffering was allowed to exist - why under God it was allowed to begin, and how under God it might be ended. I had not the courage to end it, I knew, without that answer.

Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.

You are alone when something like this happens. Doesn't matter how many people love you and want to help you. You are alone. When Marchent died, she was alone.

When I realized that Reuben was a young man who really wanted to be taken seriously, because he was dismissed for being too good looking or because he had too much money - his character really came to life for me. I began to understand that, and see that a lot of people feel this way - misunderstood because of their talents or gifts or background.