The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing alive enough to have strength to die. (from "Neutral Tones")

Sometimes I shrink from your knowing what I have felt for you, and sometimes I am distressed that all of it you will never know.

I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on, projecting trait and trace through time to times anon, and leaping from place to place over oblivion.

If the story-tellers could ha' got decency and good morals from true stories, who'd have troubled to invent parables?

We learn that it is not the rays which bodies absorb, but those which they reject, that give them the colours they are known by; and in the same way people are specialized by their dislikes and antagonisms, whilst their goodwill is looked upon as no attribute at all.

Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it Tess?

Let truth be told - women do as a rule live through such humiliations, and regain their spirits, and again look about them with an interested eye. While there's life there's hope is a connviction not so entirely unknown to the "betrayed" as some amiable theorists would have us believe.