She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.

Women sometimes seem to share a quiet, unalterable dogma of persecution that endows even the most sophisticated of them with the inarticulate poignancy of the peasant.

Why do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace?

Maybe other people's ideas of us are truer than our own.

Nothing could have survived our life.

Scott-there's nothing in the world I want but you-and your precious love. All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live in a sordid, colorless existence-because you'd soon love less-and less-and I'd do anything-anything-to keep your heart for my own-I don't want to live-I want to love first and live incidentally.