If you have anything to say, anything you feel nobody has ever said before, you have got to feel it so desperately that you will find some way to say it that nobody has ever found before, so that the thing you have to say and the way of saying it blend as one matter--as indissolubly as if they were conceived together.

They talked aimlessly back and forth, each speaking for the other.

New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

He felt married to her, that was all.

But you can love more than just one person, can't you?

It was as if for the remainder of his life he was condemned to carry with him the egos of certain people, early met and early loved, and to be only as complete as they were complete themselves. There was some element of loneliness involved--so easy to be loved--so hard to love.