He was like someone sleeping who woke suddenly and found the world...all the beauty of it, and the sadness too. The hunger and the thirst. Everything he had never thought about or known was there before him, and magnified into one person who by chance, or fate--call it what you will--happened to be me.

I had build up false pictures in my mind and sat before them. I had never had the courage to demand the truth.

I held out my arms to him and he came to me like a child.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality.

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

People who travel are always fugitives.