'A friend,' he repeated, sentimental suddenly. 'Someone to last your whole life and you his. I suppose such a thing can't really happen outside sleep.'
E. M. ForsterFor it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.
E. M. ForsterThe present flowed by them like a stream. The tree rustled. It had made music before they were born, and would continue after their deaths, but its song was of the moment. The moment had passed. The tree rustled again. Their senses were sharpened, and they seemed to apprehend life. Life passed. The tree rustled again.
E. M. ForsterNot only in sex, but in all things men have moved blindly, have evolved out of slime to dissolve into it when this accident of consequences is over.
E. M. Forster