Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.

"I was counting the waves", replied Amory gravely, "I'm going in for statistics".

Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.

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

Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I’ll tell you a story.

But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.

The extraordinary thing is not that people in a lifetime turn out worse or better than we had prophesied; particularly in America that is to be expected. The extraordinary thing is how people keep their levels, fulfill their promises, seem actually buoyed up by an inevitable destiny.