From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building.

...I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.

She was a mischief, and that was a satisfaction; no longer was she a huntress of corralled game

I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.

I avoided writers very carefully because they can perpetuate trouble as no one else can.

All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.

It is youth’s felicity as well as its insufficiency that it can never live in the present, but must always be measuring up the day against its own radiantly imagined future