The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaiety, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.

Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction.

My generation of radicals and breakers-down never found anything to take the place of the old virtues of work and courage and the old graces of courtesy and politeness.

i'm in a muddle about a lot of things -- i've just discovered that i've a mind, and i'm starting to read" "read what?" "everything. i have to pick and choose, of course, but mostly things that make me think.

He had possessed the arrogance of a tall member of a short race, with no obligation save to be tall.

Well, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.