You can stroke people with words.

I see you're looking at my cuff buttons." I hadn't been looking at them, but I did now.

She had an air of seeming to wait, as if for a man to get through with something more important than herself, a battle or an operation, during which he must not be hurried or interfered with. When the man had finished she would be waiting, without fret or impatience, somewhere on a highstool, turning the pages of a newspaper.

Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.

You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.

Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.