So they were desperately in love and being desperately in love involves a desperate existence.

It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.

All things come to him who mates.

I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.

No such thing as a man willing to be honest - that would be like a blind man willing to see.

What do you think of that? It’s stopped raining." I’m glad Jay." Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected joy.

Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.