The bicycle riders drank much wine, and were burned and browned by the sun. They did not take the race seriously except among themselves.

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

In modern war... you will die like a dog for no good reason.

You see I'm trying in all my stories to get the feeling of the actual life across, not just to depict life, or criticize it, but to actually make it alive.

The only place where you could see life and death, i. e., violent death now that the wars were over, was in the bull ring and I wanted very much to go to Spain where I could study it. I was trying to learn to write, commencing with the simplest things, and one of the simplest things of all and the most fundamental is violent death.

I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris, that the other thing started again.

Do not think about sin, he thought. There are enough problems now without sin. Also I have no understanding of it.