You've got an awfully kissable mouth.

And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.

Life is progressive, no matter what our intentions.

A new generation dedicated more than the last to the fear of poverty and the worship of success; grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken...

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

Strange children should smile at each other and say, "Let's play.

Shakespeare--whetting, frustrating, surprising and gratifying.