It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.

And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.

He was going to live in New York, and be known at every restaurant and café, wearing a dress suit from early evening to early morning, sleeping away the dull hours of the forenoon.