he wanted people to like his mind again-after awhile it might be such a nice place in which to live.

...for a moment people set down their glasses in county clubs and speak-easies and thought of their old best dreams.

She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.

She wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.

he was figuratively following along beside her as she walked the fence, ready to catch her if she should fall.

i'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires

No grand idea was ever born in a conference, but a lot of foolish ideas have died there.