“As she walked along she dramatized the night. There was about it a wild, lawless charm that appealed to a certain wild, lawless strain hidden deep in Emily’s nature—the strain of the gypsy and the poet, the genius and the fool.”
“In all of us, even in good men, there is a lawless wild-beast nature, which peers out in sleep.”
“There is in every one of us, even those who seem to be most moderate, a type of desire that is terrible, wild, and lawless.”
“She had a wild imagination, and sometimes she could fool herself.”
“She had always seemed to him to be deep-down wild, the wilder because she harnessed that wildness most of the time.”
“I was fearless...and lawless.”