Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.

you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.

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

She’s got an indiscreet voice,” I remarked. “It’s full of-“ I hesitated. “Her voice is full of money,” he said suddenly. That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money-that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it.

It is not necessarily poverty of spirit that makes a woman surround herself with life - it can be a superabundance of interest.

Often a man can play the helpless child in front of a woman, but he can almost never bring it off when he feels most like a helpless child.

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.