Nobody changes. Nobody gets hurt.

I think bullfights are for men who aren't very brave and wish they were.

The trash and litter of nature disappears into the ground with the passing of each year, but man's litter has more permanence.

The last clear definite function of men—muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need—this is man.

To be alive at all is to have scars.

There's a responsibility in being a person. It's more than just taking up space where air would be.

A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.