Tender is the Night

Trouble is when you're sober you don't want to see anybody, and when you're tight nobody wants to see you.

When people are taken out of their depths they lose their heads, no matter how charming a bluff they put up

With half an hour to wait for her train

she had known of late.

— a man can’t live without a moral code. Mine is that I’m against the burning of witches. Whenever they burn a witch I get all hot under the collar.

Soaring and roaring into the blue he felt numb, realizing how tired he was

The frontiers that artists must explore were not for her, ever. She was fine-spun, inbred—eventually she might find rest in some quiet mysticism. Exploration was for those with a measure of peasant blood, those with big thighs and thick ankles who could take punishment as they took bread and salt, on every inch of flesh and spirit.

What was a promise with the head sick?

"In any case you mustn't confuse a single failure with a final defeat."

"You are sick," he said mechanically.

"Then what was it I had almost found?"

"A greater sickness."