I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

I was enjoying myself now. I had taken two finger bowls of champagne and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental and profound.

Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy.

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

She was incurably dishonest.