“I couldn't see him but I could hear him snoring softly, humming, like a little airplane lost in the clouds.”

“And Hortensio falls asleep happily and starts snoring, although nobody could hear him snoring, because nobody can hear the noises that snails make, all around the world.”

“For years afterwards when Amory thought of Eleanor he seemed still to hear the wind sobbing around him and sending little chills into the places beside his heart. The night when they rode up the slope and watched the cold moon float through the clouds, he lost a further part of him that nothing could restore; and when he lost it he lost also the power of regretting it.”

“I feel lost in it. Lost in him. Too him. Consumed and totally intoxicated. I feel reckless. Heedless. Like I could do anything...want to do anything, with him, right here and now.”

“You’re the kind of girl I could fall in love with,” he whispered, so softly that I almost didn’t hear him. His lips caught mine again before I could respond.”

“It made me feel good to know that I could see him and he couldn't see me, and that I was aware and fully conscious and he wasn't”