Sometimes I wish I'd went through those good times stone cold sober so I could remember everything," he said, "but then again, if I had been sober the times probably wouldn't have been worth remembering.

Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.

I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.

Never miss a party...good for the nerves--like celery.

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.

People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.

A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.