It is impossible to believe the emotional and spiritual intensity and pure, classic beauty that can be produced by a man, an animal, and a piece of scarlet serge draped over a stick.

I wonder what your idea of heaven would be — A beautiful vacuum filled with wealthy monogamists. All powerful and members of the best families all drinking themselves to death. And hell would probably an ugly vacuum full of poor polygamists unable to obtain booze or with chronic stomach disorders that they called secret sorrows.

Rereading places you at the point where it has to go on, knowing it is as good as you can get it up to there. There is always juice somewhere.

The road to Hell is paved with unbought stuffed dogs.

The sea is the same as it has been since before men ever went on it in boats.

Don't do what you sincerely don't want to do. Never confuse movement with action.

This was a big storm and he might as well enjoy it. It was ruining everything, but you might as well enjoy it