Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives.

Joan Crawford is doubtless the best example of the flapper, the girl you see in smart night clubs, gowned to the apex of sophistication, toying iced glasses with a remote, faintly bitter expression, dancing deliciously, laughing a great deal, with wide, hurt eyes. Young things with a talent for living.

Shakespeare--whetting, frustrating, surprising and gratifying.

If you're in love it ought to make you happy. You ought to laugh.

Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.

She was a mischief, and that was a satisfaction; no longer was she a huntress of corralled game

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.