Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice. --The Sensible Thing

She had an air of seeming to wait, as if for a man to get through with something more important than herself, a battle or an operation, during which he must not be hurried or interfered with. When the man had finished she would be waiting, without fret or impatience, somewhere on a highstool, turning the pages of a newspaper.

It appears that every man's insomnia is as different from his neighbours as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.

I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway

There's so much spring in the air- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart.

Have a drink Tom and then you won't feel so foolish to yourself.

It's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be.