Rather nice night, after all. Stars are out and everything. Exceptionally tasty assortment of them.

You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I?

I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway.

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind...

Unlike lovers they possessed no past; unlike man and wife, they possessed no future; yet up to in this morning Nicole had liked Abe better than anyone except Dick--and he had been heavy, belly-frightened, with love for her for years.

He was tempted to lean over and kiss away her tears.

Deepest of all in her personality was the golden radiance that she diffused around her. As an open fire in a dark room throws romance and pathos into the quiet faces at its edge, so she cast her lights and shadows around the rooms that held her.

My courage is faith—faith in the eternal resilience of me—that joy'll come back, and hope and spontaneity. And I feel that till it does I've got to keep my lips shut and my chin high, and my eyes wide—not necessarily any silly smiling. Oh, I've been through hell without a whine quite often—and the female hell is deadlier than the male.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

The very weather seems to have a quality of the past, faded weather like that of old photographs.