For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.

Some men have a necessity to be mean, as if they were exercising a faculty which they had to partially neglect since early childhood.

Often a man can play the helpless child in front of a woman, but he can almost never bring it off when he feels most like a helpless child.

I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

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 is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.

Conditions in the [movie] industry somehow propose the paradox: "We brought you here for your individuality but while you're here we insist that you do everything to conceal it.