[L]ove, having no geography, knows no boundaries.

“In the eyelid-blue betweenness the wordy sounds of the whiskey-drinkers spilled…”

“She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if o…”

“They've had the old clap-yo'-hands so many times it amounts to applause.”

“But if Miss Golightly remained unconscious of my existence, except as a doorbel…”