Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.

Life is but a continual succession of opportunities for surviving.

She searched the truth with an anguish almost as great as her terrible fear of finding it .

his mysterious resources had awakened in her a curiosity that was difficult to resist, but she had never imagined that curiosity was one of the many masks of love.

When you have a healthy appetite there is no such thing as bad bread.

For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.

She felt the abyss of disenchantment.