There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings.

Often people display a curious respect for a man drunk, rather like the respect of simple races for the insane... There is something awe-inspiring in one who has lost all inhibitions.

We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day.

in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other's eyes

The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.

There was not a moving up into vacated places; there was simply an anachronistic staying on between a vanishing past and an incalculable future.

I want to be a society vampire, you see.