...there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.

...there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.

Cigars should be like onions," she said, unfastening the catch and pushing back the pane. "Either the whole company does, or the whole company does not.

It was too important a matter, this talking to people, and listening to them, to do it lightly or often.

...My friend, there are some things that I cannot tell you. Some I will tell you in time; some, others will tell you; some you may never know, or you may be the first to find the answers.

Roses are for love. Not silly sweet-hearts' love but the love that makes you and keeps you whole, love that gets you through the worst your life'll give you and that pours out of you when you're given the best instead.

...like a grain of sand that gets into an oyster's shell. What if the grain doesn't want to become a pearl? Is it ever asked to climb out quietly and take up its old position as a bit of ocean floor?