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.

He was just like summer, and she loved summer. If she had any wish, it would be to live a lifetime of summers.

Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery.

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.

He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at that very moment of existence, at the heart of torrential downpour, she was exquisitely real, and she, too, seemed content to go on sitting there forever.

Among her other talents were forgetting what she did not like and ignoring what she preferred not to see.

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