Of the things they possessed in common, greatest of all was their almost uncanny pull at each others hearts.

The things that'll make you fail I'll love always.

Never miss a party...good for the nerves--like celery.

He's sensitive and I don't want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn't care about him.

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

The bottle of whiskey - the second one - was now in constant demand by all present, excepting Catherine, who 'felt just as good on nothing at all.

She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.