I know it’s going to sound funny, but I know you’ve been hanging around with that Billie Marsh, so maybe it won’t be strange after all. Would you be my best man – or, I don’t know, my best lady?
It was like the color of his eyes, she supposed – not quite one shade or another, and utterly unlike anyone else’s.
The two men moved to either side of his shoulders, close enough that Henry smelled the smell of men who did not spend their days looking after hereditary silver.
No- it was the best. Kind of joint where everyone checked their worries at the door. The beer was cold, the jokes came easy, we could smell the ocean, and everyone was always happy to be there.
Henry’s worldly goal at the moment was drinking enough beer to be happy and forgetful.
Heart-stopping envy is the sincerest form of flattery.
It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.
She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.
He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts, stronger each time.
All really interesting girls invent themselves.
Living too much in one’s head can be dangerous.
What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.
There was plenty of life left and if he had to he would use it all to get her back. The time had passed for making promises to her-all that was left for him was to act.
She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.
She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn’t notice the difference too.
She had had no idea what it would do to her seeing him in a suit.
A young lady’s most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.
Even when a girl is married she still never completely leaves her mother and father’s home.
She was like a heroine in a novel that she herself was writing the character kept protesting that she was too strong for love and yet the narrator went on describing her desire.
The value of secrets is ever fluctuating although ladies who have been in society for a long time learn that a secret kept can be worth more than a secret told.