“No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.”

“She had always seemed to him to be deep-down wild, the wilder because she harnessed that wildness most of the time.”

“Much of the Wild had been lost, so that to them the Wild was the unknown, the terrible, the ever menacing and ever warring. But to him, in appearance and action and impulse, still clung the Wild.”

“He was a wild one as a lad, and there's a look about him that says he could be again." Kathy sighed. "I've always had a soft spot for a wild heart in a man. Have you no sweetheart in the States then, Jude?""No." She thought briefly of William. Had she ever considered her husband her sweetheart? "No one special.""If they're not special, what would the point be?”

“She is not for you. She is a wild one--wild, without shame. This is not a bride for a rabbi".”

“It gave her a creeping sense of impending aloneness, like she was some orphaned animal raised by do-gooders, soon to be released into the wild. She didn't want to be released into the wild. She wanted to be held dear.”