Women are necessarily capable of almost anything in their struggle for survival and can scarcely be convicted of such man-made crimes as “cruelty.

you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.

He was so terrible that he was no longer terrible, only dehumanized.

Often I think writing is a sheer paring away of oneself leaving always something thinner, barer, more meagre.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses

The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American.