I felt the death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life.

And how much better to die in all the happy period of undisillusioned youth, to go out in a blaze of light, than to have your body worn out and old and illusions shattered.

You are killing me, fish, the old man thought. But you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you, brother.

We thought of wine as something as healthy and normal as food and also as a great giver of happiness and well being and delight.

I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.

A bottle of wine was good company.

That every day should be a fiesta seemed to me a wonderful discovery.