So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.

To a profound pessimist about life, being in danger is not depressing.

i'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires

His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn’t be over-dreamed —that voice was a deathless song.

The bottle of whiskey - the second one - was now in constant demand by all present, excepting Catherine, who 'felt just as good on nothing at all.

Isn't Hollywood a dump-in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement.