So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home.

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

Human sympathy has its limits.

If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired

Have a drink Tom and then you won't feel so foolish to yourself.

Travel, which had once charmed him, seemed, at length, unendurable, a business of color without substance, a phantom chase after his own dream's shadow.

Marriage was created not to be a background but to need one. Mine is going to be outstanding. It can't, shan't be the setting - it's going to be the performance, the lively, lovely, glamorous performance, and the world shall be the scenery.