Oh, it's lovely to see you!' Franny said as the cab moved off. 'I've missed you.' The words were no sooner out than she realized that she didn't mean them at all.

Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.

She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations.

Sometimes you get tired of riding in taxicabs the same way you get tired riding in elevators. All of a sudden, you have to walk, no matter how far or how high up.

Oh, this happiness is strong stuff.

She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the light bulbs.

I just hope that one day - preferably when we’re both blind drunk - we can talk about it.