Henry turned his hat in his hands but went on looking at Diana in a way that made her want to crawl into his arms and stay there forever.

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

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.

They were a society whose chief vocations were to entertain and be entertained.

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

She was like a heroine in a novel that she herself was writing the character kept protesting that she was too strong for love and yet the narrator went on describing her desire.

She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.