The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.

There's so much spring in the air- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart.

interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end

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

My latest tendency is to collapse about 11:00 and with the tears flowing from my eyes or the gin rising to their level and leaking over, and tell interested friends or acquaintances that I haven't a friend in the world and likewise care for nobody.

The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.

A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths.