The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

very few people change after well say seven or seventeen. Not really. They get more this or more that and of course look a bit different. But inside they are the same.

She could give herself up to the written word as naturally as a good dancer to music or a fine swimmer to water. The only difficulty was that after finishing the last sentence she was left with a feeling at once hollow and uncomfortably full. Exactly like indigestion.

I want more of this feeling - fire and wings.

Sometimes the Earth trembles; sometimes you can feel it breathe.

He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people.

The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her.