...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

This was a manuscript of the night we couldn’t read.

The empty blue sky of space says 'All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don't care, it still belongs to me

...notice how he will come to manhood with his own particular soul bespeaking itself through the windows which are his eyes, and such lovely eyes surely do prophesy and indicate the loveliest of souls.

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.

I loved the way she said 'LA'; I love the way everybody says 'LA' on the Coast; it's their one and only golden town when all is said and done.

We are nothing. - Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. - You and me.