There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.

At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others -- poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner -- young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

It's a mining town in lotus land.

They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other. They had arrived with clean hands, or so it seemed, after no traffic with the merely curious and clandestine.

Of the things they possessed in common, greatest of all was their almost uncanny pull at each others hearts.