Kiss me now, love me now.

There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

A squalid phantasmagoria of breath

It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.

Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction.

She confused him and hindered the flow of his ideas. Self-expression had never seemed at once so desirable and so impossible.