• "No- you didnt say so-o-o—" rolling her eyes drunkenly at me, making me drunk, passing her cold palm over my cheek in a sudden caress so tender the winds of May would understand and the winds of March wait back for, and the soothe "oo" of her lips making some silent little blow word to me, like "oo" or "You"
• My eye'd fall looking right in hers—I wanted her to see the windows of my secret. She accepted it—she didnt accept it-she wasnt decided— she was young—she was cautious— she was moody-she wanted to reach something in me and hadnt done it yet—and maybe that was enough for her, to know —"Jack's a dope."
• I’m going to look like an absurd child whose gray dream of vanity even love cannot penetrate