“I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we cant change.”

“You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.”

“Your grief is something to be admired the pain of severance. A scar where something used to be.”

“Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us.”

“I wanted to explain that trusting is harder than being trusted.”

“Death is the most sophisticated form of beauty, and the most difficult to accept.”

“If your arteries are good, eat more ice cream. If they are bad, drink more red wine. Proceed thusly.”

“The love of all people except the French people, is deep in the mind of the great doctors of the French Republic.”

“With heart at rest I climbed the citadel'sSteep height, and saw the city as from a tower,Hospital, brothel, prison, and such hells,Where evil comes up softly like a flower.Thou knowest, O Satan, pa...”

“Paris was all so... Parisian. I was captivated by the wonderful wrongness of it all - the unfamiliar fonts, the brand names in the supermarket, the dimensions of the bricks and paving stones. Child...”

“Oh, well, it might look like a patterned world, laid out in prim design, but to those living there it could never be so simple. They were as alive as she: that old peasant contriving to outwit the ...”

“I knew how severe I had been and how bad things had been. The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one who poverty bothers.”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”