“To torment and tantalize oneself with hopes of possible fortune is so sweet, so thrilling!”
“The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested so much within oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.”
“So he was a sweet-talking, cross-dressing, fortune-telling...surfer?”
“you dear, sweet, tantalizing phantom--hardly flesh at all; so that when I put my arms round you I almost expect them to pass through you as through air!”
“Would love be so different with someone else? Was love even possible with someone else? Love was supposed to be easy, wasn't it? Then why did she feel so tormented?”
“To be faced with danger and find oneself fearless was thrilling.”