“Like one of those damned clapper lights. Love on. Love off.Robert musing about his parents love for him”
“But the fact is, she [the muse] won't be summoned. She alights when it damn well pleases her. She falls in love with one artist, then deserts him for another. She's a real bitch!”
“So this is what it's like to be in love?" he mused quietly. And then he frowned. "Damn. Now what do I do?”
“It was those damn wool socks. He didn’t realize he loved her until she told him about out-negotiating a god of war—the most haggle-loving of the gods—with socks!”
“Solitary is our place, the castle in the sea,And I muse on those I have loved, and on those who have loved me.”
“That people should love like this, that Mr. Bankes should feel this for Mrs. Ramsay (she glanced at him musing) was helpful, was exalting.”