Four hoarse blasts of a ship's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.

She wasn't happy, but then she wasn't unhappy. She wasn't anything. But I don't believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing. This vacant eye, listless hand, this damask cheek dusted like a doughnut with plastic powder, had to have a memory or a dream.

Lennie begged, "Le's do it now. Le's get that place now." "Sure right now. I gotta. We gotta.

So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.

Strange how one person can saturate a room with vitality, with excitement. Then there are others, and this dame was one of them, who can drain off energy and joy, can suck pleasure dry and get no sustenance from it. Such people spread a grayness in the air about them.

Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans

He never fell, never slipped back, never flew.