Fairies: Nature's attempt to get rid of soft boys by sterilizing them.

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.

he wanted people to like his mind again-after awhile it might be such a nice place in which to live.

He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.

Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.

I’m thirty,” I said. “I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor