To your generation, I must represent the literary equivalent of tufted furniture and gas chandeliers.

The only thing to do is to hug one's friends tight and do one's job.

Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not.

Archer had always been inclined to think that chance and circumstance played a small part in shaping people's lots compared with their innate tendency to have things happen to them.

Almost everybody in the neighborhood had troubles, frankly localized and specified; but only the chosen had complications. To have them was in itself a distinction, though it was also, in most cases, a death warrant. People struggled on for years wit

...though she had not had the strength to shake off the spell that bound her to him she had lost all spontaneity of feeling, and seemed to herself to be passively awaiting a fate she could not avert.

What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.