She was dazzling -- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.

That familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

The things that'll make you fail I'll love always.

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.

Very strong personalities must confine themselves in mutual conversation to very gentle subjects.

He put his arms around her, enclosing her completely as if he didn't want even the intangible to escape.

The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.

We're going to play football and nothing but football. If you don't want to play football, you can't play at all.

The natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses.

Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost -- something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual.

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes.

We'll meet you on some corner. I'll be the man smoking two cigarettes.

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

And I hope she'll be a fool--that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

One time he killed a man who had found out that he was nephew to Von Hindenburg and second cousin to the devil.

She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself.

Confirmed libertines don't reform until they're tired .