“I see only a little, lady, but I know that your fortune is as twined with his as the ivy to the oak.”

“Tell me why the stars do shine,Tell me why the ivy twines,Tell me what makes skies so blue,And I'll tell you why I love you.Nuclear fusion makes stars to shine,Tropisms make the ivy twine,Raleigh scattering make skies so blue,Testicular hormones are why I love you. ”

“our destinies are intertwinedlike the stems of ivy on an oak tree.”

“He was smiling again, his face alight, and Ivy knew her own expression was a mirror to his. Ivoleyn, he said, softly now, as if testing the word. And she replied, Dashton. Then their hands parted, but only so they might come closer, like two trees twining together to stand as one in a forest of green.”

“You knocked the door down." Disbelief rang in his matter-of-fact tone. "I know," she answered,unable to say anything else. Unable to look away from his body."But it's solid oak.""I know." She felt the solid oak beneath her and a little shocked that she'd done it, too. If it mattered at all, her shoulder felt a little bruised. And it was the slight pain that brought some reality back into the moment. "You don't have any clothes on." Oh, God, did she really say that?”

“Best followed now is this life, by hurrying, like itself, to a close.Few things remain.He was repulsed in efforts after a pension by certain caprices of law. His scars proved his only medals. He dictated a little book, the record of his fortunes. But long ago it faded out of print--himself out of being--his name out of memory. He died the same day that the oldest oak on his native hills was blown down.”