I am certainly an ought and not a must.

I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.

The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.

We are all like Scheherazade's husband, in that we want to know what happens next.

When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.

He built up a situation that was far enough from the truth. It never occurred to him that Helen was to blame. He forgot the intensity of their talk, the charm that had been lent him by sincerity, the magic of Oniton under darkness and of the whispering river. Helen loved the absolute. Leonard had been ruined absolutely, and had appeared to her as a man apart, isolated from the world. A real man, who cared for adventure and beauty, who desired to live decently and pay his way, who could have travelled more gloriously through life than the Juggernaut car that was crushing him.

Neanderthal man listened to stories, if one may judge by the shape of his skull.