Our American professors like their literature clear and cold and pure and very dead.

The cocktail filled him with a whirling exhilaration behind which he was aware of devastating desires—to rush places in fast motors, to kiss girls, to sing, to be witty. ... He perceived that he had gifts of profligacy which had been neglected. —chapter 8

There was much conversation, most of which sounded like the rest of it.

She did her work with the thoroughness of a mind which reveres details and never quite understands them.

The trouble with this country is that there are too many people going about saying, "The trouble with this country is...."

The middle class, that prisoner of the barbarian 20th century.

Cure the evils of Democracy by the evils of Fascism! Funny therapeutics! I've heard of their curing syphilis by giving the patient malaria, but I've never heard of their curing malaria by giving the patient syphilis.