And I Like Large Parties. They’re So

He Talked A Lot About The Past, And I Gathered That He Wanted To Recover Something, Some Idea Of Himself Perhaps, That Had Gone Into Loving Daisy. His Life Had Been Confused And Disordered Since Then, But If He Could Once Return To A Certain Starting Place And Go Over It All Slowly, He Could Find Out What That Thing Was.

But I Always Felt That I'd Rather Be Provincial Hot-tamale Than Soup Without Seasoning.

But His Heart Was In A Constant, Turbulent Riot.

Intelligence Is A Mere Instrument Of Circumstances.

Unloved Women Have No Biographies-- They Have Histories