I didn't hang around films. I don't know if I'd ever seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes.

Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered

I think people often try to find through sex things that are much easier to find in other ways.

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

In view of the fact that I surround myself with numbskulls now, I shall die among numbskulls, and on my deathbed shall be surrounded by numbskulls who will not understand what I am saying ... Whom am I sleeping with these days ? Franz Kafka.

The kiss became the narrowed center of the still point of the turning world, so that even the park was turning in comparison to the still peace at their lips.

The conversation seemed just as boring and forgettable as details of American history around 1805, for example.