Good God, what a mess of draggle-tail impulses a man is--and a woman too, I guess.

Men really need sea-monsters in their personal oceans. An ocean without its unnamed monsters would be like a completely dreamless sleep.

I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.

...no gift will ever buy back a man's love when you have removed his self-love.

These too are of a burning color--not orange, not gold, but if pure gold were liquid and could raise a cream, that golden cream might be like the color of the poppies.

A dying people tolerates the present, rejects the future, and finds its satisfactions in past greatness and half remembered glory

I like a lot of talk in a book and I don't like to have nobody tell me what the guy that's talking looks like. I want to figure out what he looks like from the way he talks.