He had no idea that he never went out of the house without her blessing going with him too, hovering, like a little echo of finished love, round that once dear head

This was the simple happiness of complete harmony with her surroundings, the happiness that asks for nothing, that just accepts, just breathes, just is.

How they had dreamed together, he and she... how they had planned, and laughed, and loved. They had lived for a while in the very heart of poetry.

Always being there was the essential secret for a wife.

I think humans are just hard-wired to process people's faces and understand meaning and expression at such a more granular level than other types of communication.

Sometimes you have to give people a taste of their own medicine.

The less versatile you are, the better you have to be at what you do well.

Much of the academy on the humanities side, English departments in particular, no longer write what can pass for normal English.

Dancers are the messengers of the gods.

I did not have a reputation to defend.

perhaps, if one wishes to remain an individual in the midst of the teeming multitudes, one must make oneself grotesque.

I'm a cop, and cops talk. They called me the day he did it, but did you ever hear me say anything about it? I played ball, because that's how I am. I'm true.

Everything should be understood, and anything can be transformed - that is the modern view.

No man in his heart is quite so cynical as a well-bred woman.