The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.

You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it.

The only decent bone in her body was mine.

Don't you drink? I notice you speak slightingly of the bottle. I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure.

Not the why but the what.

The game of golf would lose a great deal if croquet mallets and billiard cues were allowed on the putting green.

You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food, he thought. You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?