“They said it was going fine and gave him those dazed, fuck-struck smiles of which only newlyweds are capable.”

“She gave him a smile in which hope and knowledge were going at it, bare-knuckled, equally and eternally matched.”

“The only difference between dancing and fucking," he said in those days, "is that you don't fuck in front of a live band.”

“They had stopped now and he gave a glance up at the sky, through the trees, as though to see how much time was left. Amber, watching him, was suddenly struck with panic. Now he was going--out again into that great world with its bustle and noise and excitement--and she must stay here. She had a terrible new feeling of loneliness, as if she stood in some solitary corner at a party where she was the only stranger. Those places he had seen, she would never see; those fine things he had done, she would never do. But worst of all she would never see him again.”

“See," he said, "the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life.”

“Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.”