good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handle with gloves.

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

Every author ought to write every book as if he were going to be beheaded the day he finished it.

It takes two to make an accident.

he used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.

For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing.

Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!