Shakespeare--whetting, frustrating, surprising and gratifying.

You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.

I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.

Life plays the same lovely and agonizing joke on all of us.

She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven.

Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.

Intelligence is a mere instrument of circumstances.