that voice was a deathless song.

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.

The water reached up for her, pulled her down tenderly out of the heat, seeped in her hair and ran into the corners of her body. She turned round and round in it, embracing it, wallowing in it.

They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two.

Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

but they were frightened at his survivant will, once a will to live, now become a will to die.