The helpless ecstasy of loosing himself in her charm was a powerful opiate rather than a tonic.

It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.

They talked aimlessly back and forth, each speaking for the other.

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence. The Ferris wheel, pricked out now in lights, revolved leisurely through the dusk; a few empty cars of the roller coaster rattled overhead.

He wanted to appear suddenly to her in novel and heroic colors. He wanted to stir her from that casualness she showed toward everything except herself.

The officer looked at Daisy while she was speaking, in a way that every young girl wants to be looked at sometime, and because it seemed romantic to me I have remembered the incident ever since.