Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.

For years afterwards when Amory thought of Eleanor he seemed still to hear the wind sobbing around him and sending little chills into the places beside his heart. The night when they rode up the slope and watched the cold moon float through the clouds, he lost a further part of him that nothing could restore; and when he lost it he lost also the power of regretting it.

Look at that,' she whispered, and then after a moment: 'I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.

She was dazzling-- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.

Every act of life, from the morning toothbrush to the friend at dinner, became an effort. I hated the night when I couldn't sleep and I hated the day because it went toward night.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.