I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

She looked at me and laughed pointlessly. Then she flounced over to the dog, kissed it with ecstasy, and swept into the kitchen, implying that a dozen chefs awaited her orders there.

He did not understand all he had heard, but from his clandestine glimpse into the privacy of these two, with all the world that his short experience could conceive of at their feet, he had gathered that life for everybody was a struggle, sometimes magnificent from a distance, but always difficult and surprisingly simple and a little sad.

When a girl feels that she’s perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her. That’s charm

one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty−one that everything afterward savors of anti−climax.

A writer's temperament is continually making him do things he can never repair.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.