How lacking in intuition men could be in persuading themselves that mending some stranger's socks, and attending to his comfort, could content a woman.

You had to endure something yourself before it touched you.

Why, he wondered, should he remember her suddenly, on such a day, watching the rain falling on the apple trees?

The urge to climb will never be explained. In olden days, perhaps it was a wish to reach the stars. Today, anyone so minded can buy a seat on a plane and feel himself master of the skies. Even so, he will not have rock under his feet, or air upon his face; nor will he know the silence that comes only on the hills.

She knew that this was happiness, this was living as she had always wished to live.

there's something about Paris that gives you a mental slap all the time, and you can't just sit still and do nothing. You've got to work, to keep up with the pace, the sting in the atmosphere.

Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now?