“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”

“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”

“Circe, he says, it will be all right. It is not the saying of an oracle or a prophet. ... He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we a...”

“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”