Cunninghan, Michael. The Hours. Page 98
Thursday, August 13, 2009
"It had seemed like the beginning of happiness, and Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than thirty years later, to realize that it was happiness; that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a walk, the anticipation of dinner and a book. [...] There is still that singular perfection, and it's perfect in part because it seemed, at time, so clearly to promise more. Now she knows: That was the moment, right then. There has been no other."