Your first most typical figure in any new place turns out to be a bluff or a local nuisance.

Your life on earth will be, as always, the interval between two significant glances in a mundane mirror.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

I used to build dreams about you.

I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports clothes-there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon a golf course on clean, crisp, mornings.

It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.

There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.