They're a rotten crowd', I shouted across the lawn. 'You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion.

It was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who had found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world.

Possibly it had occurred to him the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. [...] It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

You remind me of a smoked cigarette.

A squalid phantasmagoria of breath

Have a drink Tom and then you won't feel so foolish to yourself.