She was dazzling-- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.

The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence. The Ferris wheel, pricked out now in lights, revolved leisurely through the dusk; a few empty cars of the roller coaster rattled overhead.

I'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.

The truth was that for some months he had been going through that partitioning of the things of youth wherein it is decided whether or not to die for what one no longer believes.

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.

They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other. They had arrived with clean hands, or so it seemed, after no traffic with the merely curious and clandestine.