Let's borrow life preservers and jump over. I think we should do something spectacular. I feel that all our lives have been too restrained.

I used to build dreams about you.

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.

I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.

Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush-these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment for the loss of his youth-bitter calomel under the thin sugar of love's exaltation.

To create souls in men, to create fine happiness and fine despair she must remain deeply proud - proud to be inviolate, proud also to be melting, to be passionate and possessed.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual.