I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports clothes-there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon a golf course on clean, crisp, mornings.

Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.

Never befuddle a solitary thrashing with a last annihilation.

You remind me of a smoked cigarette.

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

The bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alivewith chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other’s names.

They talked aimlessly back and forth, each speaking for the other.