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.

Never mistake motion for action.

I would not have thought of eating a meal without drinking a beer.

I do not need to get used to your silence. I already know it. I quite possibly love all of it.

I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'" "This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste." Brett's glass was empty.

My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren't with me I haven't a thing in the world.

Wine ... offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than possibly any other purely sensory thing which may be purchased.