Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.

I don't much care where I am anymore, nor expect very much from places.

He did not understand all he had heard, but from his clandestine glimpse into the privacy of these two, with all the world that his short experience could conceive of at their feet, he had gathered that life for everybody was a struggle, sometimes magnificent from a distance, but always difficult and surprisingly simple and a little sad.

I used to build dreams about you.

Conditions in the [movie] industry somehow propose the paradox: "We brought you here for your individuality but while you're here we insist that you do everything to conceal it.

The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.

Nicole's world had fallen to pieces, but it was only a flimsy and scarcely created world; beneath it her emotions and instincts fought on.