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

This is what I think now: that the natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness.

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go

What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story.

Learn young about hard work and manners - and you'll be through the whole dirty mess and nicely dead again before you know it.

Nancy had a mouth like a remembered kiss.

You know, you’re a little complicated after all.” “Oh no,” she assured him hastily. “No, I’m not really - I’m just a - I’m just a whole lot of different simple people.