Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?

Beer commercials are so patriotic: Made the American Way. What does that have to do with America? Is that what America stands for? Feeling sluggish and urinating frequently?

If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.

I have a good mind not to take Aloysius to Venice. I don't want him to meet a lot of horrid Italian bears and pick up bad habits.

It doesn't matter what people call you unless they call you pigeon pie and eat you up.

I prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.

We are American at puberty. We die French.