Go on, she urged. Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.
I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.
The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.
I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
When people have so much for outsiders didn’t it indicate a lack of inner intensity?
Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.
New friends can often have a better time together than old friends.
That most limited of all specialists, the “well-rounded man”.
That’s going to be your trouble — judgment about yourself.(Tender is the Night)
Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.