Everybody has strange things that mean things to them. You couldn't help it.

Fish," he said softly, aloud, "I'll stay with you until I am dead.

There are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in Paris.

All bad writers are in love with the epic.

All the contact I have had with politics has left me feeling as though I had been drinking out of spitoons.

I was always embarresed by the words 'sacred,' 'glorious,' and 'sacrifice' and the expression 'in vain.' We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them on proclamations that were slapped up by billposters over other proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stock yards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.

So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.