“Gradually the magic of the island [Corfu] settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen.”

“Dying is a matter of slapstick and pratfalls. The ageing process is not gradual or gentle. It rushes up, pushes you over and runs off laughing. No one should grow old who isn't ready to appear ridiculous.”

“Without that passion and urge, there is a gradual oozing out of hope and vitality, a settling down on lower levels of existence, a slow merging into non-existence. We become prisoners of the past and some part of its immobility sticks to us.”

“Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more. She trusts me, her hand gentle, the longlashed eyes. Now where the blue hell am I bringing her beyond the veil? Into the ineluctable modality of the ineluctable visuality. She, she, she. What she?”

“The heat compounded, and ugliness settled its cloud over us, profound as human speech, although by then we were not speaking.”

“Only one English word adequately describes his transformation of the islands from worthless to priceless: magical.”