There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.

Grace is neither gentleness nor fragility. Grace is treating yourself, others, and even inanimate objects with respect.

If life throws you a few bad notes or vibrations, don't let them interrupt or alter your song.

Being soaked alone is cold. Being soaked with your best friend is an adventure.

... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...

Under the glass porte-cochère of a theatre Amory stood, watching the first great drops of rain splatter down and flatten to dark stains on the sidewalk. The air became grey and opalescent; a solitary light suddenly outlined a window over the way; then another light; then a hundred more danced and glimmered into vision. Under his feet a thick, iron-studded skylight turned yellow; in the street the lamps of the taxicabs sent out glistening sheens along the already black pavement. The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day__ last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.