She looked at his young face, so full of concern and tenderness; and she remembered why she had run away from everyone else and sought solitude here. She yearned to kiss him, and she saw the answering longing in his eyes. Every fiber of her body told her to throw herself into his arms, but she knew what she had to do. She wanted to say, I love you like a thunderstorm, like a lion, like a helpless rage; but instead she said: "I think I'm going to marry Alfred.

The degradation to which you subject others comes back, sooner or later, to haunt you.

The most expensive part of building is the mistakes.

Knotty theological questions are the least worrying of problems to me. Why? Because they will be resolved in the hereafter, and meanwhile they can be safely shelved.

After a certain point, most people, including editors, will tell you everything you do is great.

Thrillers have been traditionally very masculine books; the women characters often rather decorative.

But desperate people find courage.