We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.
I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That’s a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion.
Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.
Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses.
A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.
Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
It takes two to make an accident.
Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind.
The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day’s last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
She wouldn’t let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.
She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired.
I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it – overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.
I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.
So we’ll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.