The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.
A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.
What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story.
You’re a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in this world, your imagination.
It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.
Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.
Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged – the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.
I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
Rosemary felt that this swim would become the typical one of her life, the one that would always pop up in her memory at the mention of swimming.
I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to some one. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth.
How the unforgettable faces of dusk would blend to her, the myriad footsteps, a thousand overtures, would blend to her footsteps; and there would be more drunkenness than wine in the softness of her eyes on his.
An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.
Never confuse activity with action.
Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art.
Work like hell! I had 122 rejection slips before I sold a story.
Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.
You can stroke people with words.
No such thing as a man willing to be honest – that would be like a blind man willing to see.