It’s a mining town in lotus land.
The hangover became a part of the day as well allowed-for as the Spanish siesta.
Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.
You really ought to read more books – you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.
The rich are different from us.
The invitation to Miss Myra St. Claire’s bobbing party spent the morning in his coat pocket, where it had an intense physical affair with a dusty piece of peanut brittle.
It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.
The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky.
I’ll drink your champagne. I’ll drink every drop of it, I don’t care if it kills me.
It’s all life is. Just going ’round kissing people.
Life cracked like ice!
Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.
I want to give a really BAD party. I mean it. I want to give a party where there’s a brawl and seductions and people going home with their feelings hurt and women passed out in the cabinet de toilette. You wait and see.
Human sympathy has its limits.
Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had.
One hurries through, even though there’s time; the past, the continent, is behind; the future is the glowing mouth in the side of the ship; the dim, turbulent alley is too confusedly the present.
For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.
Switzerland is a country where very few things begin, but many things end.
Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.
When he buys his ties he has to ask if gin will make them run.