You've got an awfully kissable mouth.
Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.
I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway
New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world.
She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.
Sometimes I think that idlers seem to be a special class for whom nothing can be planned, plead as one will with them - their only contribution to the human family is to warm a seat at the common table.