But I always felt that I'd rather be provincial hot-tamale than soup without seasoning.

Your life on earth will be, as always, the interval between two significant glances in a mundane mirror.

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.

They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two: the passion of their pretense created the actuality. Here, finally, was the quintessence of self-expression-- yet it was probable that for the most part their love expressed Gloria rather than Anthony. He felt often like a scarecly tolerated guest at a party she was giving.

It makes me sad because I've never seen such--such beautiful shirts before.

When a girl feels that she’s perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her. That’s charm

Feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember