I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything.

Of the things they possessed in common, greatest of all was their almost uncanny pull at each others hearts.

When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. That's my middle-west - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow.

Youth is like having a big plate of candy. Sentimentalists think they want to be in the pure, simple state they were in before they ate the candy. They don't. They just want the fun of eating it all over again.

The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.

Once I thought that Lake Forest was the most glamorous place in the world. Maybe it was.

I've got an adjective that just fits you.