She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

That familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered “Listen,” a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.

When a man is tired of life on his 21st birthday it indicates that he is rather tired of something in himself.

It takes two to make an accident.

The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American.