Mariner Books

I stand between June and Henry, between his primitive strength in which he feels secure (this is reality), and June's illusions and delusions.

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.”