She admired him; she was used to clutching her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs.

Work like hell! I had 122 rejection slips before I sold a story.

She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.

I talk with the authority of failure - Ernest with the authority of success. We could never sit across the same table again.

She laughed with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated-God, I'm sophisticated!

But I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.

I don't like girls in the daytime,' he said shortly, and then thinking this a bit abrupt, he added: 'But I like you.' He cleared his throat. 'I like you first and second and third.