What I need most of all is certainty.

This was exactly what the girl had most dreaded all her life and had scrupulously avoided until now: lovemaking without emotion or love. She knew that she had crossed the forbidden boundary, but she proceeded across it without objections and as a full participant; only somewhere, far off in a corner of her consciousness, did she feel horror at the thought that she had never known such pleasure, never so much pleasure as at this moment--beyond that boundary.

No great movement designed to change the world can bear to be laughed at or belittled. Mockery is a rust that corrodes all it touches.

A constant interrogation.

Looking out over the courtyard at the dirty walls, he realized he had no idea whether it was hysteria or love.

Yes, it's crazy. Love is either crazy or it's nothing at all.

Great novels are always a little more intelligent than their authors.