mother says that two souls are sometimes created together and--and in love before they're born.

Stahr's eyes and Kathleen's met and tangled. For an instant they made love as no one ever dares to do after. Their glance was slower than an embrace, more urgent than a call.

Never miss a party...good for the nerves--like celery.

Laughter is easier minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out at a cheerful word.

You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.

For years afterwards when Amory thought of Eleanor he seemed still to hear the wind sobbing around him and sending little chills into the places beside his heart. The night when they rode up the slope and watched the cold moon float through the clouds, he lost a further part of him that nothing could restore; and when he lost it he lost also the power of regretting it.

The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky.