Life, just as we first thought, is playing grownup.

I once did something right. I played first-rate basketball. I really did. And after you're first-rate at something, no matter what, it kind of takes the kick out of being second-rate.

The first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage develop.

There is this quality, in things, of the right way seeming wrong at first.

The first breathe of adultery is the freest.