"He chuckled at the memory, and then, in the instant, tears were burning in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. That was always the way of grief: laughter and tears, joy and sorrow." Chap. 1, p. 12

"The aged winter fled away/ Before the bugles of the May,-/ And love, dear love, arose./ But when spring's glory goes/ The lilacs of our love shall stay,/ Forever Maytime sweet and gay,/ Until the lilacs close/ Beneath the deathly snows." Chap. 2, p. 23

"What we did see was that jealousy is fear: it can corrode even if quite baseless. There was only one answer: total trust. And, we said, if that trust were ever violated, even the least bit, then a quick end; for trust can never be restored." Chap. 2, p. 24

"If one of us likes anything, there must be something to like in it— and the other one must...