“Love... doesn't happen every day. It doesn't happen at all for some people”

“Every king of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn't happen twice.”

“But he doesn't love her. I invented that. It is a plot if you imagine people in love--the lazy looping criss crosses of love, blows, stares, tears. No. It doesn't happen. No love. People meet, touch, stare into one another's faces, shake their heads clear, move on, forget. It doesn't happen.”

“Oh, well, we did have a good day out together, you and I, that doesn't happen every day, does it?”

“Some days you wake up and feel quite certain that something is going to happen and it generally doesn't, and when things are really going to happen it never feels like it a bit.”

“It amazes me how people are so afraid of what can happen in the dark, but they don't give a second thought about their safety during the day; as if the sun offers some sort of ultimate protection from all the evil in the world. It doesn't.”