Don't say 'wife.' I'm your mistress. Wife's such an ugly word. Your 'permanent mistress' is so much more tangible and desirableโฆ .
There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.
In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
She was dazzling-- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.
I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.
We havenโt met for many years, said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be. "Five years next November." The automatic quality set us all back at least another minute.