Though the Jazz Age continued it became less and less an affair of youth. The sequel was like a children's party taken over by the elders.

Tangled with love in the moonlight she welcomed the anarchy of her lover.

I live in a house over there on the Island, and in that house there is a man waiting for me. When he drove up at the door I drove out of the dock because he says I’m his ideal.

Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

Youth is like having a big plate of candy. Sentimentalists think they want to be in the pure, simple state they were in before they ate the candy. They don't. They just want the fun of eating it all over again.

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.