I suppose I shall marry eventually One does that, one drifts into stability

Do you believe in astrology? -I don't even believe in astronomy.

Murals in restaurants are on a par with the food in museums.

We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

I tried to write worse but it was no good; my generalizations came out as before, each more exquisite than the last. I grew discouraged.

... it is a fact universally acknowledged that a husband is the most ridiculous thing on earth, except for a bachelor.

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.