Sometimes awful things have their own beauty.

But your book is wrong, Mrs. Strunk, says George, when it tells you that Jim is the substitute I found for a real son, a real kid brother, a real husband, a real wife. Jim wasn't a substitute for anything. And there is no substitute for Jim, if you'll forgive my saying so, anywhere.

I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking. Recording the man shaving at the window opposite and the woman in the kimono washing her hair. Some day, all this will have to be developed, carefully printed, fixed.

The town is an advertisement for itself; none of its charms are left to the visitor's imagination.

The Quito telephone service is about as reliable as roulette.

We must remember that nothing in this world really belongs to us. At best, we are merely borrowers.

Horror is always aware of its cause; terror never is. That is precisely what makes terror terrifying.