They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
Can't repeat the past?" Why of course you can!
I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.
Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.
It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.
There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.
You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.
Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.
I'm not sentimental- I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they won't.
I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
And I like large parties. They're so intimate. At small parties there isn't any privacy.
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.
Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
Show me a hero, and I'll write you a tragedy.
The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
I hope she'll be a fool- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.
I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything.
There is a moment-Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word-something that makes it worth while.
He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.
Writers aren't people exactly. Or, if they're any good, they're a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.
It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.
Actually that's my secret- I can't even talk about you to anybody because I don't want any more people to know how wonderful you are.
It takes two to make an accident.
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.
I don't want just words. If that's all you have for me, you'd better go
All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.
Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.
First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.
There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside.