They were all dressed in their finest as though life really were some magical stage play in which every moment ought to be illuminated with its own bright spotlight.

That is what I want to tell you about: the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams. The girls of 1929.

They were all dressed in their finest as though life really were some magical stage play in which every moment ought to be illuminated with its own bright spotlight.

She had rarely been near Henry since then, and the sight of him now was like a concentrated dose.

Things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.

It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.

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