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

Life was a damned muddle - a football game with everyone offside and the referee gotten rid of - everyone claiming the referee would have been on his side.

And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.

Then I grew up, and the beauty of succulent illusions fell away from me.

They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

unloved women have no biographies-- they have histories

The hangover became a part of the day as well allowed-for as the Spanish siesta.