in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other's eyes

A sense of the fundamental decencies is parceled out unequally at birth.

I have asked a lot of my emotions-one hundred and twenty stories. The price was high, right up with Kipling, because there was one little drop of something, not blood, not a tear, not my seed, but me more intimately than these, in every story, it was the extra I had. Now it has gone and I am just like you now.

Debut: the first time a young girl is seen drunk in public.

It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.

She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well.

Look at that,' she whispered, and then after a moment: 'I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.