I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?

Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like people in books. And I'll be an orphan and utterly free. Free and poor! What fun!' She stopped and raised her lips to him in a delighted kiss. 'It's impossible to be both together,' said John grimly. 'People have found that out. And I should choose to be free as preferable of the two.

How I feel is that if I wanted anything I'd take it. That's what I've always thought all my life. But it happens that I want you, and so I just haven't room for any other desires.

So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.

You've got an awfully kissable mouth.