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

Stahr's eyes and Kathleen's met and tangled. For an instant they made love as no one ever dares to do after. Their glance was slower than an embrace, more urgent than a call.

The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.

I see you're looking at my cuff buttons." I hadn't been looking at them, but I did now.

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.

And after reading Thoreau I felt how much I have lost by leaving nature out of my life.