But when they kissed goodnight in bed, Therese felt their sudden release, that leap of response in both of them, as if their bodies were of some materials which put together inevitably created desire.
This is what I like, sitting at a table and watching people go by. It does something to your outlook on life. The Anglo-Saxons make a great mistake not staring at people from a sidewalk table.
There were many times when logic was of no comfort.
Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine...
Society's law was lax compared to the law of conscience
She knew what bothered her at the store. It was the sort of thing she wouldn’t try to tell Richard. It was that the store intensified things that had always bothered her, as long as she could remember...
Once the back of their hands brushed on the table, and Therese's skin there felt seperately alive and rather burning. There could not understand it, but it was so. Therese glanced at her face that was...
I like to drink when I travel. It enhances things, don’t you think?
I got a theory a person ought to do everything it’s possible to do before he dies, and maybe die trying to do something that’s really impossible.
How was it possible to be afraid and in love... The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every nigh...
I have Graham Greene's telephone number, but I wouldn't dream of using it. I don't seek out writers because we all want to be alone.
What a strange girl you are. Why? Flung out of space,
She was conscious of the moments passing like irrevocable time, irrevocable happiness, for in these last seconds she might turn and see the face she would never see again.
How about some perfume? Carol asked, moving toward her with the bottle. She touched Therese’s forehead with her fingers, at the hairline where she had kissed her that day.You remind me of the woman I...
He liked the fact that Venice had no cars. It made the city human. The streets were like veins, he thought, and the people were the blood, circulating everywhere.
Tom envied him with a heartbreaking surge of envy and self-pity.
The flowers you gave me—they died.
She’s everything that should be loathed, he went on, staring in front of him. Sometimes I think I hate everything in the world. No decency, no conscience. She’s what people mean when they say America...
I think people often try to find through sex things that are much easier to find in other ways.
I think friendships are the result of certain needs that can be completely hidden from both people, sometimes hidden forever.