You're beautiful, like a May fly.

I believe that basically you write for two people; yourself to try to make it absolutely perfect; or if not that then wonderful. Then you write for who you love whether she can read or write or not and whether she is alive or dead.

You make something from things that have happened and from things that exist and from all things that you know and all those you cannot know, and you make something through your invention that is truer than anything true and alive, and if you make it well enough, you give it immortality.

If you stop complaining and asking for what you never will get, you will have a good life. A good life is not measured by any biblical span.

It's silly not to hope. It's a sin he thought.

Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long.

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.