Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman, he thought. But that was the thing that I was born for.

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.

The house was built on the highest part of the narrow tongue of land between the harbor and the open sea. It had lasted through three hurricanes and it was built solid as a ship.

French is the language of diplomacy. Spanish is the language of bureaucracy.

It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I am not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't.

I had an inheritance from my father, It was the moon and the sun. And though I roam all over the world, The spending of it’s never done.

For a true writer each book should be a new beginning, where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment.