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

...I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.

We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day.

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes.

he could transform the barest incident into a thing of curve and contour.

I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.

Joan Crawford is doubtless the best example of the flapper, the girl you see in smart night clubs, gowned to the apex of sophistication, toying iced glasses with a remote, faintly bitter expression, dancing deliciously, laughing a great deal, with wide, hurt eyes. Young things with a talent for living.