“The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.”

“All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself”

“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.”

“Scott-there's nothing in the world I want but you-and your precious love. All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live in a sordid, colorless existence-because you'd soon love less-and less-and I'd do anything-anything-to keep your heart for my own-I don't want to live-I want to love first and live incidentally.”

“I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.”

“I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.”

“Nothing could have survived our life.”