You make your own luck, Gig. You know what makes a good loser? Practice.

Don't you drink? I notice you speak slightingly of the bottle. I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure.

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

Oh Jake," Brett said, "We could have had such a damned good time together." Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me. Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?

Never fall in love?" "Always," said the count. "I am always in love.

I never liked to hunt, you know. There was always the danger of having a horse fall on you.

Mr. Barnes, it is because I have lived very much that now I can enjoy everything so well