I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.

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

People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.

It appears that every man's insomnia is as different from his neighbours as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.

one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty−one that everything afterward savors of anti−climax.

Of all natural forces, vitality is the incommunicable one. . . . Vitality never "takes." You have it or you haven't it, like health or brown eyes or a baritone voice.