Oh, the secret life of man and woman--dreaming how much better we would be than we are if we were somebody else or even ourselves, and feeling that our estate has been unexploited to its fullest.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.

We walked at night towards a cafe blooming with Japanese lanterns and I followed your white shoes gleaming like radium in the damp darkness. Rising off the water, lights flickered an invitation far enough away to be interpreted as we liked; to shimmer glamourously behind the silhouette of retrospective good times when we still believed in summer hotels and the philosophies of popular songs.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

Other people's ideas of us are dependent largely on what they've hoped for.

Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.