In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.

It is a fact of big cities that one girl's darkest how is always another's moment of shining triumph, and New York is the biggest and cruelest city of them all.

It is well known that a man, when wooing a lady to be his wife, must first win over the females she most confides in—her friends, of course, and her sister, if she has one.

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.

In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.

It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.