‘As long as you stay here, you can always think: One day I will go home.’ […] ‘You mean, I have a home to go...

It would help if I were able to feel guilty. But the end of innocence is also the end of guilt.

Giovanni liked to believe that he was hard-headed and that I was not and that he was teaching me the stony facts of life. It...

‘Men – not just babies like you, but old men, too – they always nee a woman to tell them the truth.’

She seems, like most of the women down here, to have gone into mourning directly the last child moved out of childhood.

But I knew I could not open the door, I knew it was too late; soon it was too late to do anything but moan.

I ached abruptly, intolerably, with a longing to go home; […] But home, home across the ocean, to things and people I knew and understood;...

He looked at me and I saw in his face again something which I have fleetingly seen there during these hours: under his beauty and...

‘Somebody’, said Jacques, ‘your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and...

‘I’m sorry. But I think, since you bring it up, that a lot of your life is despicable’. ‘I could say the same about yours’,...