The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.

I'm with you. No matter what else you have in your head I'm with you and I love you.

I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris, that the other thing started again.

And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.

He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.

Mice: What is the best early training for a writer? Y.C.: An unhappy childhood.

We're stronger in the places that we've been broken.