Since the Americans have ceased to have dyspepsia, they have lost the only thing that gave them any expression.

The difference is that these young people take it for granted that they're going to get whatever they want, and that we almost always took it for granted that we shouldn't. Only, I wonder—the thing one's so certain of in advance: can it ever make one's heart beat as wildly?

Archer had always been inclined to think that chance and circumstance played a small part in shaping people's lots compared with their innate tendency to have things happen to them.

Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes.

He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise.

I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author's political views.

Who's 'they'? Why don't you all get together and be 'they' yourselves?