“She wondered how trees became petrified, if the same process worked with a human heart.”
“She talks of the desertion. How each time it broke her heart. How with each break it became harder to heal.”
“Do you not see how strange and wonderful that is? That all history balances on an affair of the human heart?”
“I wondered how my heart could be both light with happiness and heavy with love at the same time.”
“If we are inclined to forget how much there is in the world besides that which we anticipate, then works of art are perhaps a little to blame, for in them we find the same process of simplification or selection at work as in the imagination.”
“I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty and I wonder how the same can be both.”