He had married on the rebound from the rotten time he had in college, and Frances took him on the rebound from his discovery that he had not been everything to his first wife.

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.

I suppose she only wanted what she couldn’t have. Well, people were that way.

Women made such swell friends. Awfully swell. In the first place, you had to be in love with a woman to have a bsais of friendship.

He wrote a novel, and it was not really such a bad novel as the critics later called it, although it was a very poor novel.

He was fairly happy, except that, like many people living in Europe, he would rather have been in America, and he had discovered writing.

“I’m going to die,” she said; then waited and said, “l hate it."

She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht, and you missed none of it with that wool jersey.

Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter’s honor.