Paradise!' he screamed. 'The one and only indispensable Paradise.

Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?

Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.

Galatea Dunkel was a tenacious loser.

Something that you feel will find its own form.

He had never felt anything like that before - yet somehow he knew that from now on he would always feel like that, always, and something caught at his throat as he realized what a strange sad adventure life might get to be, strange and sad and still much more beautiful and amazing than he could ever have imagined because it was so really, strangely sad.

Besides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love.