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.

Amory: I love you. Rosalind: I love you- now.

but they were frightened at his survivant will, once a will to live, now become a will to die.

good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handle with gloves.

I don't like girls in the daytime,' he said shortly, and then thinking this a bit abrupt, he added: 'But I like you.' He cleared his throat. 'I like you first and second and third.

Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.