sometimes i wish i'd been an englishman; american life is so damned dumb and stupid and healthy

In the morning you were never violently sorry-- you made no resolutions, but if you had overdone it and your heart was slightly out of order, you went on the wagon for a few days without saying anything about it, and waited until an accumulation of nervous boredom projected you into another party.

I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.

Laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word.

in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other's eyes

Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost--something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here--

If you are strong enough, there are no precedents.