She was a dark, unenduring little flower - yet he thought he detected in her some quality of spiritual reticence, of strength drawn from her passive acceptance of all things. In this he was mistaken.

“Charley was twenty-six, with that faint musk of weakness hanging about him that…”

“You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at y…”

“Poetry is dying first. It'll be absorbed into prose sooner or later.”

“Irony was the final polish of the shoe, the ultimate dab of the clothes-brush, …”