Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story.

I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.

He felt married to her, that was all.

I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway

Rosemary bubbled with delight at the trunks. Her naivete responded whole-heartedly to the expensive simplicity of the Divers, unaware of its complexity and its lack of innocence, unaware that it was all a selection of quality rather than quantity from the run of the world's bazaar; and that the simplicity of behavior also, the nursery-like peace and good will, the emphasis on the simpler virtues, was part of a desperate bargain with the gods and had been attained through struggles she could not have guessed at.

I'm one of those people who go through the world giving other people thrills, but getting few myself except those I read into men on such nights as these. I have the social courage to go on the stage, but not the energy; I haven't the patience to write books; and I never met a man I'd marry. However, I'm only eighteen.