I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'" "This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste." Brett's glass was empty.

I was so sentimental about you I'd break any one's heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It's broken and gone. Everything I believe in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it?

You're not a moron. You're only a case of arrested development.

The telephone and visitors are the work destroyers.

Fear of death increases in exact proportion to increase in wealth.

we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

A severed femoral artery empties itself faster than you can believe.