I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.

My courage is faith--faith in the eternal resilience of me--that joy'll come back, and hope and spontaneity. And I feel that till it does I've got to keep my lips shut and my chin high and my eyes wide--not necessarily any silly smiling. Oh, I've been through hell without a whine quite often--and the female hell is deadlier than the male.

Never miss a party...Good for the nerves--like celery.

I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.

I wouldn't ask too much of her,' I ventured. 'You can't change the past.''Can't change the past?' he cried incredulously. 'Why of course you can!

I wouldn't ask too much of her,' I ventured. 'You can't change the past.'Can't change the past?' he cried incredulously. 'Why of course you can!

It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.

Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.

That year, a middle-aged acquaintance asked me what my favorite book was and I said 'On the Road.' He smiled, said, 'That was my favorite book at sixteen.' At the time , I thought he was patronizing me, that it was going to be my favorite book forever and ever, amen. But he was right. As an adult, I'm more of a Gatsby girl-more tragic, more sad, just as interested in what America costs as what it has to offer.

I’d once again see that bob of blonde hair back on my pillow, that pink hot smile beaming toward me as I heroically win her heart in some kind of Count of Monte Cristo or Great Gatsby-esque gesture… you know minus the long imprisonment or swimming pool death!