It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.

Amory thought how it was only the past that seemed strange and unbelievable.

I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams

The helpless ecstasy of loosing himself in her charm was a powerful opiate rather than a tonic.

I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.

He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. Now, in the reaction, he was running down like an overwound clock.

Kiss me now, love me now.