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.

“This is a valley of ashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ri…”

“Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.”

“Nancy had a mouth like a remembered kiss...”

“I want leisure to read—an immense amount.”