Isn't there any heaven where old beautiful dances, old beautiful intimacies prolong themselves? - Ford Madox Ford

But the fellow talked like a cheap novelist. - Or like a very good novelist for the matter of that, if it's the business of a novelist to make you see things clearly.

Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing.

With each new woman that a man is attracted to there appears to come a broadening of the outlook, or, if you like, an acquiring of new territory. A turn of the eyebrow, a tone of the voice, a queer characteristic gesture — all these things, and it is these things that cause to arise the passion of love.