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.

I couldn't have thought of her more. Even vacancy was crowded with her.

Our worst enemies here are not the ignorant and simple, however cruel; our worst enemies are the intelligent and corrupt

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

Destruction after all is a form of creation.

Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be so much wiser to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

She was not too young to be wise, but she was too young to know that wisdom shouldn't be spoken aloud when you are happy.