Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.

It is not life that's complicated, it's the struggle to guide and control life.

Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush-these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment for the loss of his youth-bitter calomel under the thin sugar of love's exaltation.

What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?

I avoided writers very carefully because they can perpetuate trouble as no one else can.

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.

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.