"What do you care which records? Richard Halley. She loves the music of Richard Halley. Outside the railroad, that's the only thing she loves." (220.127.116.11)
There was some unbreakable link between her love for her work and the desire of her body; as if one gave her the right to the other, the right and the meaning; as if one were the completion of the other – and the desire would never be satisfied, except by a being of equal greatness. (18.104.22.168)
Because it took her a moment to regain the art of breathing, she realized for the first time how much that voice meant to her. "All right...Francisco," she answered. They needed to say nothing else. She thought, replacing the receiver, that his return was natural and as she had always expected it to happen, except that she had not expected her sudden need to pronounce his name or the stab of happiness she felt when pronouncing it. (22.214.171.124).