To me heaven would be a big bull ring with me holding two barrera seats and a trout stream outside that no one else was allowed to fish in and two lovely houses in the town; one where I would have my wife and children and be monogamous and love them truly and well and the other where I would have my nine beautiful mistresses on nine different floors.

Take a good rest, small bird," he said. "Then go in and take your chance like any man or bird or fish.

Find what gave you emotion; what the action was that gave you excitement. Then write it down making it clear so that the reader can see it too. Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.

As you get older it is harder to have heroes, but it is sort of necessary.

How did we go bankrupt? Two ways. Slowly, and then all of a sudden.

He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.

Religion is the opium of the poor.