Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

One must love everything.

He called her a melon, a pineapple, an olive tree, an emerald, and a fox in the snow all in the space of three seconds; he did not know whether he had heard her, tasted her, seen her, or all three together.