Youth is cause, effect is age; so with the thickening of the neck we get data.

I couldn't ever boil potatoes over the heat of your affection. Your love would never bridge a gap; it wouldn't even fill up the hole that the mice came through.

God, children know something they can't tell; they like Red Riding Hood and the wolf in bed!

Even the contemplative life is only an effort, Nora my dear, to hide the body so the feet won’t stick out.

I have a narrative, but you will be put to it to find it.

When autumn shadows throw their patterns across the land, they are not the images of fragile, dying leaves, not the bared arms of lofty elms, not shadows of a fading summer; but swinging shapes as of books upon a strap, of round and square boxes held under an arm, of hurrying little people heading towards the nearest school.

Una's face was an unbroken block of calculation, saving where, upon her upper lip, a little down of hair fluttered. Yet it gave one an uncanny feeling. It made one think of a tassel on a hammer.