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.

So there was not an "I" anymore - not a basis on which I could organize my self-respect - save my limitless capacity for toil that it seemed I possessed no more.

Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.

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.

Action is character.

They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.

The rich get richer and the poor get - children.