They had stopped now and he gave a glance up at the sky, through the trees, as though to see how much time was left. Amber, watching him, was suddenly struck with panic. Now he was going--out again into that great world with its bustle and noise and excitement--and she must stay here. She had a terrible new feeling of loneliness, as if she stood in some solitary corner at a party where she was the only stranger. Those places he had seen, she would never see; those fine things he had done, she would never do. But worst of all she would never see him again.

If you had better sense you’d have learned by now that nothing thrives so well as wickedness

Everything matters, but nothing matters very much.

The only genius that's worth anything is the genius for hard work.

I think Americans love success - but hate the people who have it.

Marygreen did not change in sixteen years. It had changed little enough in the past two years.

[Sex] is something big and cosmic. What else do we have? There's only birth and death and the union of two people - and sex is the only one that happens to us more than once.