Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul. He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go home.

It's such a liability to love another person.

For she is my love, and other women are but big bodies of flame.

I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what beauty mean't.

Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.

A fish has no concept of water.

That kind of tenderness couldn't be permitted to last. You only got a taste, enough to know what perfection meant, and then you paid for it the rest of your life. Like the guy chained to a rock, who stole fire. The gods made an eagle eat his liver for all eternity. You paid for every second of beauty you managed to steal.