...one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.

He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.

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.

It's not a slam at you when people are rude, it's a slam at the people they've met before.

It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.

They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two: the passion of their pretense created the actuality. Here, finally, was the quintessence of self-expression-- yet it was probable that for the most part their love expressed Gloria rather than Anthony. He felt often like a scarecly tolerated guest at a party she was giving.