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

You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!

It's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be.

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

I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.

She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.