They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

“Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.”

“Now he realized the truth: that sacrifice was no purchase of freedom. It was li…”

“We are all queer fish, queerer behind our faces and voices than we want any one…”

“So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.”