She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well.

Many nights he lay there dreaming awake of secret cafés in Mont Marte, where ivory women delved in romantic mysteries with diplomats and soldiers of fortune, while orchestras played Hungarian waltzes and the air was thick and exotic with intrigue and moonlight and adventure.

Someday I'm going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.

Very strong personalities must confine themselves in mutual conversation to very gentle subjects.

he used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.

The idea that to make a man work you've got to hold gold in front of his eyes is a growth, not an axiom. We've done that for so long that we've forgotten there's any other way.

There was not a moving up into vacated places; there was simply an anachronistic staying on between a vanishing past and an incalculable future.