What we want most is to be held...and told..that everything (everything is a funny thing, is baby milk and papa's eyes, is roaring logs on a cold morning, is hoot owls and the boy who makes you cry after school, is mama's long hair, is being afraid and twisted faces on the bedroom wall)...is going to be alright.

Time. Time. What is time? Swiss manufacture it, French hoard it, Italians squander it, Americans say it is money. Hindus say it does not exist. Know what I say? I say time is a crook.

[L]ove, having no geography, knows no boundaries.

Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.

I don't think I've ever drunk champagne before breakfast before. With breakfast on several occasions, but never before before.

There is such an animal as a nonstylist, only they're not writers - they're typists.

I couldn't understand a sense of unease that multiplied until I could hear my heart beating.