The erotic element always present in fashion, the kiss of loving labor on the body, is now overtly expressed by language. Belts hug or clasp; necklines plunge; jerseys bind. The word exciting tingles everywhere.

Life for the European is a career; for the American it is a hazard.

Maybe any action becomes cowardly once you stop to reason about it.

This grossly advertised wonder [Venice], this gold idol with clay feet, this trompe-l'oeil, this painted deception, this cliche-what intelligent iconoclast could fail to experience a destructive impulse in her presence?

Every word she writes is a lie, including "and" and "the."

We are the hero of our own story.

The passion for fact in a raw state is a peculiarity of the novelist.