The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity.

There was a new kind of strength in the gravity of her face, and her colors still gave her that look of deep-seated health and ardor.

Now I understood that the same road was to bring us together again. Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.

There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.

Alexandra sighed. "I have a feeling that if you go away, you will not come back. Something will happen to one of us, or to both. People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find. What I have is yours if you care enough about me to take it.

When the eyes of the flesh are shut, the eyes of the spirit are open.

People can be lovers and enemies at the same time, you know.