Kenneth Hari does not paint portraits as they are but as he is. I feel he is hiding something from me. To board a train into his mind would give me a ride into dark adventure.

Jim lights a cigarette and leans indolently back on his elbow smiling at Laura with a warmth and charm which lights her inwardly with altar candles.

Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory.

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!

Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for.

Girls that aren't cut out for business careers usually wind up married to some nice man.

Is a lifetime long enough to hold the regret that I have for that fantastically aborted but crazily sweet love affair?