It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.

Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

The early twenties when we drank wood alcohol and every day in every way grew better and better, and there was a first abortive shortening of the skirts, and girls all looked alike in sweater dresses, and people you didn't want to know said "Yes, we have no bananas," and it seemed only a question of a few years before the older people would step aside and let the world be run by those who saw things as they were--and it all seems rosy and romantic to us who were young then, because we will never feel quite so intensely about our surroundings any more.

And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.

Have a drink Tom and then you won't feel so foolish to yourself.

You are the loveliest thing that I have ever known.