If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

It's a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. You can hold your tongue, and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they don't see or care.

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

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

Almost everybody can be imagined as either a cat or a dog.

I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.