Amory had loved himself in Eleanor, so now what he hated was only a mirror. Their poses were strewn about the pale dawn like broken glass.

“I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poet…”

“Most of us are content to exist and breed and fight for the right to do both, a…”

“To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the…”

“He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his ey…”