America Is A Willingness Of The Heart.

Forgotten Is Forgiven.

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?

The Invitation To Miss Myra St. Claire's Bobbing Party Spent The Morning In His Coat Pocket, Where It Had An Intense Physical Affair With A Dusty Piece Of Peanut Brittle.

Amory: I Love You. Rosalind: I Love You- Now.

Nobody Ever Became A Writer Just By Wanting To Be One.