I don't want to boss anyone and I don't want to be bossed.

Why do you have a cigarette lighter in your glove compartment?" her husband, Jack, asked her. "I'm bored with knitting. I've taken up arson

I love. I have loved. I will love.

Maybe I'm dreaming you. Maybe you're dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each other's dreams and every morning when we wake up we forget all about each other.

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.

Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element.

He had never realized, while Elspeth was alive, the extent to which a thing had not completely happened until he told her about it.