I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside.

What do you think of that? It’s stopped raining." I’m glad Jay." Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected joy.

The transition from libertine to prig was so complete.

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

Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.