The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky.

When you're older you'll know what people who love suffer. The agony. It's better to be cold and young than to love. It's happened to me before but never like this - so accidental - just when everything was going well.

I like France, where everybody thinks he's Napoleon--down here everybody thinks he's Christ.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.

She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well.

Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me. They possess and enjoy early, and it does something to them, makes them soft where we are hard, and cynical where we are trustful, in a way that, unless you were born rich, it is very difficult to understand. They think, deep in their hearts, that they are better than we are because we had to discover the compensations and refuges of life for ourselves. Even when they enter deep into our world or sink below us, they still think that they are better than we are. They are different.