He looked rather pleasantly, like a blonde satan.
I deserve all the love you can spare me. And I want a lot more than I deserve.
It's awfully easy to be in love in jail
The boy spoke two words, the first a short guttural verb, the second “you.
...What disturbed him was the discovery that in sensibly ordering his affairs he had got out of step, and not into step, with Life.
I haven't any sort of plans for the future but I reckon things will work out in some manner.