Korovine, you know, the Russian who had something to do with—with—I can't remember his name for the moment, the one who had that place in France. He teaches you to free yourself through color and rhythm, and he has simply marvelous ideas about sex sublimation."
"Ah, little grown-up girl! You think you are too old for a doll, so you play with your soul!"
"Play, Maurice! It isn't play, it's intense concentrated work. I come away limp. But it makes life seem a very different thing. I don't think I ever before this year, fully realized its intensity and reality."
"Come to the movies. Movies and jazz and burlesque queens and—what else? Vermilion and magenta—seem to me as real intensities as you'll find in a rather vague world."
"Well, of course, everyone admits that Charlie Chaplin is our one great tragedian. But"
"If you don't, you will be sorry tomorrow, when I am to be very ill."
