“I knew I had done something awful. I had killed love, before I even knew the enormity of what love meant.”

“I was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love.”

“We all leave one another. We die, we change - it's mostly change - we outgrow our best friends; but even if I do leave you, I will have passed on to you something of myself; you will be a different person because of knowing me; it's inescapable...”

“There was I, devouring books and yet allowing a man who had never read a book to walk me home for a bit of harmless fumbling on the front steps.”

“Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.”

“Books everywhere. On the shelves and on the small space above the rows of books and all along the floor and under chairs, books that I have read, books that I have not read.”

“Life was a bitch. Love also was a bitch.”