Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories

I was wearing my flounced Spanish cretonne dress and a flower in my hair, and I was all bronzed by the sun and feeling beautiful.

We both share the love of finery, perfume and luxury. She is so lazy, languid—purely a plant, really. I have never seen a woman more yielding. She says that she always expects to find the man who will arouse her. She has to live in a sexual atmosphere even when she feels nothing. It is her climate. Her favorite statement is, “At that time, I was sleeping around with everybody.”