She’s got an indiscreet voice,” I remarked. “It’s full of-“ I hesitated. “Her voice is full of money,” he said suddenly. That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money-that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it.

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

Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!

I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires.

It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.

I've got an adjective that just fits you.

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