Tell me something wonderful,” he said to Dane. “Tell me that we are going to die dreamfully and loved in our sleep.””You’re always writing one of your plays on the phone,” said Dane.”I said, something...

She knew there were only small joys in life–the big ones were too complicated to be joys when you got all through–and once you realized that, it took a lot of the pressure off.

They woo them with something personable that they bring out for show, something annexed to their souls like a fake greenhouse, lead you in, and you think you see life and vitality and sun and...

I’ll go see her tonight,’ I said. I felt I was a person of my word, and by saying something I could make it so. It was less like integrity perhaps and more like magic.

He began to prefer talking on the phone to actually getting together with someone, preferred the bodilessness of it, and started to turn down social engagements. He didn’t want to actually sit across from someone...