Drinking wine was not a snobbism nor a sign of sophistication nor a cult; it was as natural as eating and to me as necessary.

In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.

You should only read what is truly good or what is frankly bad.

But you always fall for somebody else and then it's all right. Fall for them but don't let them ruin you.

Wine is the most civilized thing in the world.

Until the dead are buried they change somewhat in appearance each day. The color change in Caucasian races is from white to yellow, to yellow-green, to black. If left long enough in the heat the flesh comes to resemble coal-tar, especially where it has been broken or torn, and it has quite a visible tarlike iridescence. The dead grow larger each day until sometimes they become quite too big for their uniforms, filling these until they seem blown tight enough to burst. The individual members may increase in girth to an unbelievable extent and faces fill as taut and globular as balloons.

If my Valentine you won't be, I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.