So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

There was not a moving up into vacated places; there was simply an anachronistic staying on between a vanishing past and an incalculable future.

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.

To have something to say is a question of sleepless nights and worry and endless ratiocination of subject - of endless trying to dig out the essential truth, the essential justice. As a first premise you have to develop a conscience and if on top of that you have talent so much the better. But if you have talent without the conscience, you are just one of many thousands of journalists.

They were smiling at each other as if this was the beginning of the world.