The world is certainty a sudden place.

She wished there was some place where she could go to hum it out loud. Some kind of music was too private to sing in a house cram fall of people. It was funny, too, how lonesome a person could be in a crowded house.

Because in some men it is in them to give up everything personal at some time, before it ferments and poisons--throw it to some human being or some human idea. They have to.

Love is a joint experience between two persons -- but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved.

There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.

Sunday afternoons are the longest afternoons of all.

That was the best of all. To speak the truth and be attended.