I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.

Of all natural forces, vitality is the incommunicable one. . . . Vitality never "takes." You have it or you haven't it, like health or brown eyes or a baritone voice.

Her fine high forehead sloped gently up to where her hair, bordering it like an armorial shield, burst into lovelocks and waves and curlicues of ash blonde and gold. Her eyes were bright, big, clear, wet and shining, the colour of her cheeks was real, breaking close to the surface from the strong young pump of her heart. Her body hovered delicately on the last edge of childhood -- she was almost eighteen, nearly complete, but the dew was still on her.

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

Nancy had a mouth like a remembered kiss.

The victor belongs to the spoils.

One thin's sure and nothing's surer The rich get richer and the poor get - children. In the meantime, In between time...