"The anticipation and dread he felt at seeing her was also a kind of sensual pleasure, and surrounding it, like an embrace, was a general elation--it might hurt, it was horribly inconvenient, no good might come of it, but he had found out for himself what it was to be in love, and it thrilled him."
"At that moment, the urge to be writing was stronger than any notion she had of what she might write."
"A story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader's. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it."
"Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?"
"At that moment, the urge to be writing was stronger than any notion she had of what she might write."
"The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse."