He felt that every moment was precious.

He had never met a girl like this before--she would never seem quite the same again.

He didn't at all feel like a character in a play, the appropriate feeling in an unconventional situation--instead, he had a sense of coming home.
"I have just made a great decision," said Eleanor after another pause, "and that is why I'm here, to answer another of your questions.

I have just decided that I don't believe in immortality." "Really! how banal!" "Frightfully so," she answered, "but depressing with a stale, sickly depression, nevertheless.

I came out here to get wet--like a wet hen; wet hens always have great clarity of mind," she concluded.
"Go on," Amory said politely.
"Well--I'm not afraid of the dark, so I put on my slicker and rubber boots and came out.