For a time she had no accurate sense of her whereabouts or of the events of the day before, or the day before that; then, like a suspended pendulum, memory began to beat out its story, releasing with each swing a burdened quota of time until her life was given back to her.
Beauty means the agony of sacrifice and the end of agony.
For two cents the voter buys his politics, prejudices, and philosophy.
I went in – after making every possible noise in the kitchen, short of pushing over the stove – but I don’t believe they heard a sound.
The dripping became a flow and formed an oily pool that glistened brightly, reflecting a dozen tremulous moons on its quivering bosom.
When you smile-” He had recovered his paternal attitude, perhaps because of Nicole’s silent proximity, “I always think I’ll see a gap where you’ve lost some baby teeth.
Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected joy.
Joel did not quite believe in picture actresses’ grief. They have other preoccupations – they are beautiful rose-gold figures blown full of life by writers and directors, and after hours they sit around and talk in whispers and giggle innuendoes, and the ends of many adventures flow through them.
Minute by minute the sweetness drained down into her out of the willow trees, out of the dark world.
I tried to go then, but they wouldn’t hear it; perhaps my presence made them feel more satisfactorily alone.
With the influence of the dress her personality had also undergone a change. The intense vitality that had been so remarkable in the garage was converted into impressive hauteur. Her laughter, her gestures, her assertions became more violently affected moment by moment, and as she expanded the room grew smaller around her, until she seemed to be revolving on a noisy, creaking pivot through the smoky air.
After his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with wonder at her presence.
He left feeling that if he had searched harder, he might have found her – that he was leaving her behind.
But the space between heaven and earth had cooled his mind, destroyed the impulsiveness that had led him to bring her here, and made him aware of the too obvious appeal, the struggle with an unrehearsed scene and unfamiliar words.
The voluptuous chords of the wedding march done in blasphemous syncopation issued in a delirious blend from the trombones and saxophones – and.
Though she thought of her body as a mass of frailties, she considered her soul quite as ill, and therefore important in her life.
Communism as I see it has no place in the United States, and the American people will not stand for its teachings.
Later in the garden she was happy; she did not want anything to happen, but only for the situation to remain in suspension as the two men tossed her from one mind to another; she had not existed for a long time, even as a ball.
He was ashamed of baiting the man, realizing that the absurdity of the story rested in the immaturity of the attitude combined with the sophisticated method of its narration.
It’s not a bad time, it’s not one of the worst times of the day.