Society was nothing but a long, dull dinner party conversation in which one was forced to speak to one's partner on both the left and the right.

Our friendship was like our writing in some ways. It was the only thing that was interesting about our otherwise dull lives. We were better off when we were together. Together we were a small society of ambition and high ideals. We were tender and patient and kind. We were not like the world at all.

I always used to be an inside person, and now I'm an outside person.

Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginnings, and the endings, the endings will break you in half. It's everything in between we live for.

It's easier to love a woman when you can't understand a word she's saying.

Thank God Roxane Coss had not fallen in love with one of the Russians. She doubted they could make it up the stairs without stopping for a cigarette and telling at least one loud story that no one could understand.

The kind of love that offers its life so easily, so stupidly, is always the love that is not returned.