The two basic stories of all times are Cinderella and Jack the Giant Killer-the charm of women and the courage of men.

I'm not much like myself any more.

I hope you live a life you're proud of...

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years?

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes.

I was in love with a whirlwind, so when the girl threw me over, I went home and finished my novel.

I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.