Everybody is nothing until you love them.

For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .

Of course you always had that detached quality as if you were playing a game without much concern over whether you won or lost, and now that you've lost the game, not lost but just quit playing, you have that rare sort of charm that usually only happens in very old or hopelessly sick people, the charm of the defeated.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.

Men don't want anything they get too easy. But on the other hand, men lose interest quickly.

Young, gifted, and destitute.

But there are things that happen between a man and a woman in the dark -- that sort of make everything else seem -- unimportant.