“Jealous, O’Shea?""Actually… I am.”
“Music is the music of all music, and I am jealous.”
“I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die.”
“Am I jealous? he thought, astonished. Jealous of the chance object to which she has attached herself? Jealous of something that does not concern me? One can be jealous of a love that has turned away, but not of that to which it has turned.”
“I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.”
“Too often I am jealous and my jealousy leads me to say things-things-that I regret.”