We headed back to the main part of the yard, and I had the odd sensation that I was a movie camera being rolled forward into the midst of the party-goers. Elektra had her arm in mine, and it felt…

Elektra had taken another drag from the reefer and passed it on to Sammy.

“Steve,” she said, “you are too much, man.”

“I beg your pardon,” he said. I noticed he was holding a bottle of beer. But at least it was…

It was all very interesting chatting with Frank Sinatra, I suppose, but to tell the truth I was getting hungry, so I was glad when Dick came over and told us he had a brand-new batch of burgers ready to…

“Well, look at you!” called Steve. “Don’t you look gorgeous!”

Elektra raised her arms, she had a small black purse on a long strap in her hand, and she did a twirl as she crossed the lamplit street, her red and…

Miss Evans came around to the front of the porch, put one foot on the first porch step, but hesitated.

I made my way out the side entrance in a successful maneuver to avoid my mother and aunts.

I said nothing. What could I say? It seems to me that for years I talked to people, and they talked to me, primarily in a sort of code composed almost entirely of clichés, a code whose purpose was not the transmission of meaning but the lack of meaning

I dreamt that I was walking along the roofs of an enormously long train, trying to reach the locomotive.

Charlotte,” said Steve, smiling as if mysteriously.

Miss Rathbone sat down and poured Steve a glass of ice water.