All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice and I’ll tell you a story.

Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.

It takes a genius to whine appealingly.

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

The bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alivewith chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other’s names.