I want it to smell of magnolias instead
of peanuts and I want my shoes to crunch on the same gravel that Lee's
boots crunched on. There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no
poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books,
houses--bound for dust--mortal--

“Men she knew'? - she had conceded vaguely to herself that all men who had ever …”

“I want to give a really BAD party. I mean it. I want to give a party where ther…”

“We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.”

“You're three or four different men but each of them out in the open. Like all A…”