Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.

It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.

You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.

You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.

Better let it all alone in the depths of her heart and the depths of the sea.

You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!

I don't think he was ever happy unless someone was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him to explain himself, promising him something. What it was I do not know. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart.