What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you...Look.

How will a person know, Selina, when the soul that has the affinity with hers is near it?" She answered, "She will know. Does she look for air, before she breathes it? This love will be guided to her; and when it comes, she will know. And she will do anything to keep that love about her, then. Because to lose it will be like a death to her.

Your heart-as you call it-and hers are alike, after all: they are like mine, like everyone's. They resemble nothing so much as those meters you will find on gas-pipes: they only perk up and start pumping when you drop coins in.

It was heavy, and I staggered when I lifted it; but it was strangely satifying to have a real burden upon my shoulders – a kind of counterweight to my terrible heaviness of heart.

Why is it we can never love the people we ought to?

Why do gentlemen's voices carry so clearly, when women's are so easily stifled?

I used to hate flying. I would sit there, rigid, convinced that if I relaxed, the plane would drop out of the sky.