The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.

It may be normal, darling; but I'd rather be natural.

you got to want it to be good, and I don't want it.

our real fears are the sounds of footsteps walking in the corridors of our minds, and the anxieties, the phantom floatings, they create.

Half the people who snuff people, that's what they want: recognition. Get their picture in the paper.

Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.

She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if only because it contains paradox.