I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they won't.

Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain.

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

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

no girl can permanently bolster up a lame-duck visitor, because these day it's every girl for herself.

You've got an awfully kissable mouth.

Go on, she urged. Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.

Nothing had ever felt so young as her lips.

Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?