They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two: the passion of their pretense created the actuality. Here, finally, was the quintessence of self-expression-- yet it was probable that for the most part their love expressed Gloria rather than Anthony. He felt often like a scarecly tolerated guest at a party she was giving.

Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night

The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.

I'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

When he buys his ties he has to ask if gin will make them run.

Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and hurt vanity dropped from him — as though his very moods were but the outer ripples of her own, as though emotion rose no longer in his breast unless she saw fit to pull an omnipotent controlling thread.