I want leisure to read—an immense amount.

Character is plot, plot is character.

His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn’t be over-dreamed —that voice was a deathless song.

It isn't given to us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world. They will not be cured by our most efficacious drugs or slain with our sharpest swords.

but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.

I have never wished there was a God to call on- I have often wished there was a God to thank.

She knew few words and believed in none.