“What have they done to the earth?What have they done to our fair sister?Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit herStuck her with knives in the side of the dawnAnd tied her with fences and dragged her down”

“I pressed her thigh and death smiled”

“The Night is young& full of restI can’t describethe way she’s dress’dShe’ll pander to some strangerequestsAnything that you suggestAnything to please her guest.”

“Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.”

“[...] But this will not do. No, thiswill never do. There arecontinents and shores whichbeseech our understanding.Seldom have we been so slow.Seldom have we been so far.My only wish is to seeFar Arden again.”

“In fact her maturity and blood kinship converted her passion to fever, so it was more affliction than affection. It literally knocked her down at night, and raised her up in the morning, for when she dragged herself off to bed, having spent another day without his presence, her heart beat like a gloved fist against her ribs. And in the morning, long before she was fully awake, she felt a longing so bitter and tight it yanked her out of a sleep swept clean of dreams.”

“We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.”