It is an interesting thing, to trust one's feet. The heart may yearn for adventure while the head thinks sensibly of home, but the feet are a mixture of the two, dipping first one way and then the other.

The purpose of life... is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.

. . . for a short time I was released from the pressures of adulthood, which always subsumed me as soon as I returned to New York.

An inward dread, an emptiness, an indifference to everything gradually spread in her soul.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I loved you when I knew I did. Most of all I’m sorry I gave up on us when you never did.”