And he wrote, "When the moon rises tonight think of me and I'll think of you.

Desire grows by what it feeds on.

But was anything in life, Anne asked herself wearily, like one's imagination of it?

I know I haven't much sense or sobriety, but I've got what is ever so much better — the knack of making people like me.

Outgrowing things we love is never a pleasant process.

most people worry so much, they think you're not right if you don't worry.

if I can't get what I want - well, I'll want what I can get.