"Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself."
"My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss."
"Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do; they think other people's opinions of them swing through great arcs of approval or disapproval."
"Think how you love me,"she whispered. "I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night."
"Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are."