A dream is not a very safe thing to be near... I know; I had one once. It's like a loaded pistol with a hair trigger: if it stays alive long enough, somebody is going to be hurt. But if it's a good dream, it's worth it.

Wonder. Go on and wonder.

And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a long time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand.

He was looking at her from behind the smiling that wasn't smiling but was something you were not supposed to see beyond.

Maybe times are never strange to women: it is just one continuous monotonous thing full of the repeated follies of their menfolks.

I am not one of those women who can stand things.

You men,' she says. 'You durn men.