He was a mystery to her, and every time she tried to solve him it caused her a little more pain. But when she tired to give him up he pursued her in her thoughts,...

How she wished she had Elizabeth to herself for a little so they could discuss what Henry’s real intentions were and also how high and mighty Penelope had acted at lunch and what a tremendous...

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

Living too much in one’s head can be dangerous.

She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.

It is well known that a man, when wooing a lady to be his wife, must first win over the females she most confides in—her friends, of course, and her sister, if she has one.

Good night.’ Diana summoned all the dignity that she could manage in her bedraggled state and began to move back up the beach. Her dress was soaked and her stockings dotted with sand and her...

It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her...

Things only looked wrong when there was someone to see you.

The value of secrets is ever fluctuating although ladies who have been in society for a long time learn that a secret kept can be worth more than a secret told.

Always stay sharp on railways and cruise ships for transit has a way of making everything clear.

I know that I might die but that seems a happier end than being without you and anyway it seems to me that looking in the face of hard things and still being able to...

He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at that very moment of existence, at the heart of torrential downpour, she was...

It was disgraceful but also romantic enough to make Lina’s heart turn.

Interesting” people were her favorite hobby. She collected them: the type who did gay things late at night and smoked cigarettes in mixed company, those would have most scandalized her own mother.

Good girls hold their heads high by daylight, Their grace and their virtue soaring with kites,While bad girls slink along in their shame-Everyone stares at them, everyone blames.But those bad girls sleep soundly at night,Ne’er...

All really interesting girls invent themselves.

She was like a heroine in a novel that she herself was writing the character kept protesting that she was too strong for love and yet the narrator went on describing her desire.

It is a fact of big cities that one girl’s darkest how is always another’s moment of shining triumph, and New York is the biggest and cruelest city of them all.

That is what I want to tell you about: the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams.The girls of 1929.

Life was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.

Her heart the damned thing had begun to race and she only hoped that the rapid inflation and deflation of her chest wasn’t visible beneath her fitted bodice.

There was no pleasure like being envied on a mass scale.