For neither life nor nature cares if justice is ever done or not.

Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing.

When I am thickening my plots, I like to think 'What if ... What if ... ' Thus my imagination can move from the likely, which everyone can think of, to the unlikely-but-possible, my preferred plot.

I know you have it in you, Guy," Anne said suddenly at the end of a silence, "the capacity to be terribly happy.

How easy it was to lie when one had to lie!

Honestly, I don't understand why people get so worked up about a little murder!

How was it possible to be afraid and in love... The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.