“She pronounced the word married as if her voice caressed it. It seemed a rustling covert leading to enchanted glades.”

“He knelt on one knee, close to the hem of her dress, and looked up at her. She watched him as he kissed her hand.“Beautiful, enchanting Livia, will you marry me today?”

“Miss Prism: ... And you do not seem to reealize, dear Doctor, that by persistently remaining single, a man coverts himself into a permanent public temptation. ...Chausuble: But is a man not equally attractive when married?Miss Prism: No married man is ever attractive except to his wife.Chausuble: And often, I´ve been told, not even to her.”

“She lay down beside me, Towards dawn she pronounced for the first time the word “death.” She too seemed to be weary beyond endurance of the task of being a human being; and when I reflected on my dread of the world and its bothersomeness, on money, the movement, women, my studies, it seemed impossible that I could go on living. I consented easily to her proposal.”

“Liz wrenched her hand from his grasp, and this time, she stepped boldly forward. “I will stay and Michael can go.”  Her voice did not waiver as she pronounced her own death sentence. No matter what happened to her, she knew she couldn’t let him die.”

“She stood by the fireplace talking in that beautiful voice which made everything she said sound like a caress.”