beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water

A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men...

A kindly gesture bestowed by us on an animal arouses prodigies of understanding and gratitude.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.

If he's getting married, he's not longer interesting.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.