Quotation

"'Your kiss thrilled me beyond imagining,' he whispered. 'Every night for the rest of my life, I'll dream of the afternoon in the holloway when I was waylaid by a dark-haired beauty who devastated me with the heat of a thousand troubled stars, and left my soul in cinders. Even when I'm an old man, and my brain has fallen to wrack and ruin, I'll remember the sweet fire of your lips under mine, and I'll say to myself, "Now, that was a kiss."'" (p. 106)