When I'm with you, I don't breathe quite right.
Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.
Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.
I guess I'm the Black Death,' he said slowly. 'I don't seem to bring people happiness any more.
That's the whole burden of this novel - the loss of those illusions that give such color to the world that you don't care whether things are true or false as long as they partake of the magical glory.
She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.