I don't get nearly enough credit in life for the things I manage not to say.

I, a late riser, fantasise about getting up every morning at 5 A.M. to fetch the horses in from the fields.

I can't even trust my own imaginary dog. How much lower can a person get?

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.

It was not a big smile, not particularly bold or polite or ironic or glib, not asking for anything or offering anything, not stringy or careless, not, in short, like any smile I had ever experienced before. But such a smile! You could burn a hole in the world with that smile.

It might go down better than appearing as a giant reptile encased in a ball of fire and forcing yourself on her.' 'WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BRING THAT UP?

it was love, of course, though I didn't know it then and Finn was both its subject and object. He accepted love instinctively, without responsibility or conditions, like a wild thing glimpsed through trees.