Someday I'm going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.

She was a dark, unenduring little flower - yet he thought he detected in her some quality of spiritual reticence, of strength drawn from her passive acceptance of all things. In this he was mistaken.

There are no second acts in American lives.

I might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two... Or three but that had never stopped me from loving you.

Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

Stahr's eyes and Kathleen's met and tangled. For an instant they made love as no one ever dares to do after. Their glance was slower than an embrace, more urgent than a call.

I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.