He wanted to appear suddenly to her in novel and heroic colors. He wanted to stir her from that casualness she showed toward everything except herself.

Well, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.

I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

There's no substitute for will. Sometimes you have to fake will when you don't feel it at all.

Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.

i'm in a muddle about a lot of things -- i've just discovered that i've a mind, and i'm starting to read" "read what?" "everything. i have to pick and choose, of course, but mostly things that make me think.