... wore sorrow and anger like a worn-out coat and would not throw it away..

All is pattern, all life, but we can't always see the pattern when we're part of it..

Oh, lovely Europe, your flowers and your wine, your bread, your music..

Separate from the other unnamed billions who walk the earth, each of these little groups of three or five or twelve, brought together by the shuffle ….

How helpless we are, like netted birds, when we are caught by desire!.

I stand and listen to people speaking french in the stores and in the street. It's such a pert, crisp language, elegant as ruffling taffeta..

Danger hides in beauty and beauty in danger..

It was unwise to plan too carefully. It took only one great failure to learn that lesson..