New friends, he said, as if it were an important point, can often have a better time together than old friends.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Life rose around my island like a sea, and presently I was swimming.
Like so many men he had found that he had only one or two idea--that his little collection of pamphlets now in its fiftieth German edition contained the germ of all he would ever think or know.
I live in a house over there on the Island, and in that house there is a man waiting for me. When he drove up at the door I drove out of the dock because he says I'm his ideal.
France was a land, England was a people, but America, having about it still that quality of the idea, was harder to utter - it was the graves at Shiloh and the tired, drawn, nervous faces of its great men, and the country boys dying in the Argonne for a phrase that was empty before their bodies withered. It was a willingness of the heart.
He stared at her, and the impression of her beauty grew until, uncommitted by a word, by even a formal introduction, he felt himself going out toward her, watching the turn of her lips and the shifting of her cheeks when she smiled.