Her beautiful eyes and lips were very grave as she made her choice, and Anthony thought again how naive was her every gesture; she took all the things of life for hers to choose from and apportion, as though she were continually picking out presents for herself from an inexhaustible counter.

Isn't Hollywood a dump-in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement.

She was a mischief, and that was a satisfaction; no longer was she a huntress of corralled game

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

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

The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky.

People living alone get used to loneliness.