I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.

“Now to sum it up,' said Bernard. 'Now to explain to you the meaning of my life.…”

“Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle …”

“I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ear…”

“I sincerely hope I’ll never fathom you. You’re mystical, serene, intriguing; yo…”