People invariably chose inimitable people to imitate.
Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
The water reached up for her, pulled her down tenderly out of the heat, seeped in her hair and ran into the corners of her body. She turned round and round in it, embracing it, wallowing in it.
All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.
She laughed with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated-God, I'm sophisticated!
Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.