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

“Oh dark woman With a shawl and ribsI could have served him betterWith my shanties.But men do love the shimmerAnd so his ghostIs hacked in half between usThe dark me and the dark you.”

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

“Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been.”

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

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

“...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.”