I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.

Do not move, do not go. Sink within this moment. Hold it for ever.

Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.

Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!

The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

Tom's great yellow bronze mask all draped upon an iron framework. An inhibited, nerve-drawn; dropped face - as if hung on a scaffold of heavy private brooding; and thought.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you