Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.' You'll always be like this to me.' Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.

The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want

Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.

You've got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences that you might tell at dinner. This is especially true when you begin to write, when you have not yet developed the tricks of interesting people on paper, when you have none of the technique which it takes time to learn. When, in short, you have only your emotions to sell.

God knows what you've been doing, everything you've been doing. You may fool me, but you can't fool God!

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.