A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.

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.

It is one thing to be in the proximity of death, to know more or less what she is, and it is quite another thing to seek her.

The game of golf would lose a great deal if croquet mallets and billiard cues were allowed on the putting green.

I don't want to be your friend, baby. I am your friend.

Listen," I told him. "Don't be so tough so early in the morning. I'm sure you've cut plenty of people's throats. I haven't even had my coffee yet.

People fall in love, but have to climb out.