I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

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

If you have anything to say, anything you feel nobody has ever said before, you have got to feel it so desperately that you will find some way to say it that nobody has ever found before, so that the thing you have to say and the way of saying it blend as one matter--as indissolubly as if they were conceived together.

I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.

But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

Aristocracy's only an admission that certain traits which we call fine - courage and honor and beauty and all that sort of thing - can best be developed in a favorable environment, where you don't have the warpings of ignorance and necessity.