Love is the supreme good; it is the overflowing life, the giving of ourselves to noble ends and causes.
Love becomes greater and nobler in calamity.
For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and anyplace, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.
There is always something left to love.
Time was not passing. . . it was turning in a circle.
When he went through the kitchen he kissed Rebeca on the forehead. "Get those bad thoughts out of your head," he told her. "You're going to be happy.
But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.
People sometimes forget when you remember, but they always remember when you forget.
If you want to see eccentricities, I'll be grotesque before your eyes.
A woman writer, quitting love before literature when love lets her down, will put literature before love.
I am a pack of nerves while waiting for the moment, and this feeling grows and grows and grows and then it explodes, it is a physical joy, a dance, space and time united. Yes, yes, yes, yes!