They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two: the passion of their pretense created the actuality. Here, finally, was the quintessence of self-expression-- yet it was probable that for the most part their love expressed Gloria rather than Anthony. He felt often like a scarecly tolerated guest at a party she was giving.

Nobody ever became a writer just by wanting to be one.

Prose talent depends on having something to say and an interesting, highly developed way of saying it.

Switzerland is a country where very few things begin, but many things end.

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.

She was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and spirit were one - the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul. She was that unity sought for by philosophers through many centuries. In this outdoor waiting room of winds and stars she had been sitting for a hundred years, at peace in the contemplation of herself.