the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.

You've got an awfully kissable mouth.

Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.

No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.

Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.

I don't think he was ever happy unless someone was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him to explain himself, promising him something. What it was I do not know. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart.

Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!