Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.
Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.
He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky. "I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.
New friends can often have a better time together than old friends.
Don't say 'wife.' I'm your mistress. Wife's such an ugly word. Your 'permanent mistress' is so much more tangible and desirable… .
He talked a lot about the past and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy.