“It was just like him, she thought; with him, a happy ending was always a foregone conclusion. But such was the power of his faith that when she was with him; she found herself believing in happy endings, too.”
“She could dream of happy endings. For him, if not for her.”
“Not only are there no happy endings,' she told him, 'there aren't even any endings.”
“And she wanted so much to make him happy that she forgot how to make herself happy”“That is not happiness. That is kind of murder, yeah?”
“He seemed happy. She thought that she seldom concerned herself about Laurence’s being happy. She wanted him to be in a good mood, so that everything would go smoothly, but that was not the same thing.”
“He took it for granted that she was content; and she resented his settled calm, his serene dullness, the very happiness she herself brought him.”