4 Quotes by Rose Franken

It had been a beautiful night and she loved him more than ever in the morning. "If it weren't real love," David told her, "if it were only physical, it wouldn't be that way."Claudia, who was only eighteen and who did not know very much about love, had the greatest respect for her husband's superior knowledge of sex. Not that he'd ever led a wild life, or run around, but he'd read a great many books on the subject and knew as much as a doctor.

Was Philip Dexter upset?""He's telephoned the office every day."She was pleased about that. "Who else was upset?""Everybody. Roosevelt orderded an hour of silence while you were on the table. Like Armistice Day.

It was impossible to explain. The new moon, the snow, the dusky smell of burning logs -- the whole evening had throbbed with some sweet haunting anguish of the soul. The word came to her. Nostalgia--for something that was hers and seemed already passed.

It was funny how she valued his respect--hardly any married people she knew seemed to have that feeling toward each other, yet it was a point of pride in both of them to maintain a level of mutual regard.