You intolerable lunatic," he snarled at me, and then he caught my face between his
hands and kissed me.
If you don't want a man dead, don't bludgeon him over the head repeatedly.
Truth didn’t mean anything without someone to share it with; you could shout truth into the air forever, and spend your life doing it, if someone didn’t come and listen.
And I wasn't old enough to be wise, so I loved her more, not less, because I knew she would be taken from me soon.
What an unequaled gift for disaster you have.
I should rather have you than a heap of gold, even if it were very comfortable to sleep on.
I was a glaring blot on the perfection. But I didn't care: I didn't feel I owed him beauty.
I don't want more sense! I said loudly, beating against the silence of the room. Not if sense means I'll stop loving anyone. What is there besides people that's worth holding on to?