First, he realized that the sea was blue and that there was an enormous quantity of it, and that it roared and roared-really all the banalities about the ocean that one could realize, but if any one had told him then that these things were banalities, he would have gaped in wonder.

He's a bootlegger....One time he killed a man who found out that he was nephew to Von Hindenburg and second cousin to the devil.

Begin with an individual, and before you know it you find that you have created a type; begin with a type, and you find that you have created - nothing.

The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American.

We want to believe. Young students try to believe in older authors, constituents try to believe in their Congressmen, countries try to believe in their statesmen, but they can't. Too many voices, too much scattered, illogical ill-considered criticism.

It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.

You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.