She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure.

I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

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.

I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye.

The transition from libertine to prig was so complete.

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!