Lois and Alexander are by far the most beautiful creatures in the class; their beauty is like the beauty of plants, seemingly untroubled by vanity, anxiety or effort.

The town is an advertisement for itself; none of its charms are left to the visitor's imagination.

You see, Kenny, there are some things you don't even know you know, until you're asked.

His life has been lived, so far, within narrow limits and he is quite naïve about most kinds of experience; he fears it and yet is wildly eager for it. To reassure himself, he converts it into epic myth as fast as it happens. He is forever play-acting.

The past is just something that's over.

We must remember that nothing in this world really belongs to us. At best, we are merely borrowers.

I'm like a book you have to read. A book can't read itself to you. It doesn't even know what it's about. I don't know what I'm about.