There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day.

There isn't any me. I'm you. Don't make up a separate me.

Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?

You ought to dream. All our biggest businessmen have been dreamers.

I've been in love (truly) with five women, the Spanish Republic and the 4th Infantry Division.

No animal has more liberty than the cat, but it buries the mess it makes. The cat is the best anarchist.

But perhaps he had enough animal strength and detached intelligence that he could make another start.