“Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.”

“The greatest wisdom doesn't know itself. The richest plan is not to have one.”

“ We have these earthly bodies. We don't know what they want. Half the time, we pretend they are under our mental thumb, but that is the illusion of the healthy and the protected. Of sedate lovers. For the body has emotions it conceives and carries through without concern for anyone or anything else. Love is one of those, I guess. Going back to something very old knit into the brain as we were growing. Hopeless. Scorching. Ordinary. ”

“Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.”

“What is this life but the sound of an appalling love.”

“Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.”

“Some have ideas. You know how old chickens scratch and gabble. That's how the tales started, all the gossip, the wondering, all the things people said without knowing and then believed, since they heard it with their own ears, from their own lips, each word.”