A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths.

The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American.

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.

America is a willingness of the heart.

in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other's eyes

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!

So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight - watching over nothing.