They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more. It's not so good, that way.

I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

She was not one for emptying her face of expression.

It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.

I wouldn't exactly describe her as strictly beautiful. She knocked me out, though.

I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.

I thought what I'd do was I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes.