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.

Don't say 'wife.' I'm your mistress. Wife's such an ugly word. Your 'permanent mistress' is so much more tangible and desirable… .

Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.

And in the end, we were all just humans...Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

I found something! Courage--just that; courage as a rule of life and something to cling to always.

Her beautiful eyes and lips were very grave as she made her choice, and Anthony thought again how naive was her every gesture; she took all the things of life for hers to choose from and apportion, as though she were continually picking out presents for herself from an inexhaustible counter.

When the lightning strikes one of us, it strikes both