No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

When she saw him face to face their eyes met and brushed like birds’ wings. After that everything was all right, everything was wonderful, she knew that he was beginning to fall in love with her.

He's sensitive and I don't want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn't care about him.

To most women art is a form of scandal.

What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story.

Let's borrow life preservers and jump over. I think we should do something spectacular. I feel that all our lives have been too restrained.

There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses--bound for dust--mortal--