Her vivid smile was like a light held up to dazzle me.
It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.
He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.
[I]t's safer to be fond of dangerous people.
The short story, free from the longuers of the novel is also exempt from the novel's conclusiveness--too often forced and false: it may thus more nearly than the novel approach aesthetic and moral truth.
To your generation, I must represent the literary equivalent of tufted furniture and gas chandeliers.