The people that I liked and had not met went to the big cafes because they were lost in them and no one noticed them and they could be alone in them and be together.

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

Since I had started to break down all my writing and get rid of all facility and try to make instead of describe, writing had been wonderful to do.

We only knew then that there was always the war, but that we were not going to it anymore.

Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you.

He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it. The last country to realize they were cooked would win the war.