Instead, he sat in the parlor of his family's Fifth Avenue mansion, growing older by the minute just like everybody else.

Interesting" people were her favorite hobby. She collected them: the type who did gay things late at night and smoked cigarettes in mixed company, those would have most scandalized her own mother.

It's the craziest thing, but I can't stop thinking about you.

I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.

Diana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.

Girls took to dressing like boys, and though women had obtained the vote, we had swiftly moved on to pursuing flashier freedoms: necking in cars and smoking cigarettes and walking down city streets in flesh colored stockings.

Good girls hold their heads high by daylight, Their grace and their virtue soaring with kites, While bad girls slink along in their shame- Everyone stares at them, everyone blames. But those bad girls sleep soundly at night, Ne'er do their consciences wake them in a fright, While our good girls toss and they turn- They lay awake for those who will burn.