When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing," the old man said. "They say his father was a fisherman. Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand.

It is a hell of a thing to be hungry in your own house.

The further you go in writing the more alone you are.

He was violating the second rule of the two rules for getting on well with people that speak Spanish; give the men tobacco and leave the women alone

Romance was a game, like bridge, in which you said things instead of playing cards. Like bridge you had to pretend you were playing for money or playing for some stakes.

All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.