There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the time comes.

And bed, he thought. Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, the thought.

Some other places were not so good but maybe we were not so good when we were in them.

Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.

Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.

I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.

I would walk along the quais when I had finished work or when I was trying to think something out. It was easier to think if I was walking and doing something or seeing people doing something that they understood.