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

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

She was incurably dishonest.

The invitation to Miss Myra St. Claire's bobbing party spent the morning in his coat pocket, where it had an intense physical affair with a dusty piece of peanut brittle.

I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.

And in the end, we were all just humans...Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Once we were one person, and always it will be a little that way.