Unfortunately the innocent are always involved in any conflict. Always, everywhere, there is some voice crying from a tower.

A single feat of daring can alter the whole conception of what is possible.

I couldn't help wondering, is my husband so unattractive that no woman has ever wanted him? Except me, of course. I must have wanted him, in a way, once, but I've forgotten why, and I was too young to know what I was choosing.

I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.

A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

He felt the loyalty we feel to unhappiness - the sense that is where we really belong.

It's strange how the human mind swings back and forth, from one extreme to another. Does truth lie at some point of the pendulum's swing, at a point where it never rests, not in the dull perpendicular mean where it dangles in the end like a windless flag, but at an angle, nearer one extreme than another? If only a miracle could stop the pendulum at an angle of sixty degrees, one would believe the truth was there.