"I grew up very much alone, and as far back as I recall I was frightened of anything sexual." Chapter 1, The Cat's Eye, pg. 3

"Thus a love life started between the girl and myself, and it was so intimate and so driven that we could hardly let a week go by without meeting. And yet we virtually never talked about it."
Chapter 1, The Cat's Eye, pg. 5

"More than a week had passed without our seeing Marcelle, when we ran into her on the street one day. The blonde girl, timid and naively pious, blushed so deeply at seeing us, that Simone embraced her with uncommon tenderness." Chapter 2, The Antique Wardrobe, pgs. 11-12

"It is hard to imagine the harrowing racket of that vast white sheet caught in the squall. It greatly outroared the fury of the sea or the wind in the trees. That was the first time...