I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.

After all, life hasn't much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.

You really ought to read more books - you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.

you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.

When people are taken out of their depths they lose their heads, no matter how charming a bluff they may put up.

The sun had gone down behind the tall apartments of the movie stars in the West Fifties, and the unclear voices of children, already gathered like crikets on the grass, rose through the hot twilight.