She laughed with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated-God, I'm sophisticated!

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

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

She saw him the first day on board, and then her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.

It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.

It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.