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

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.

But you must give him some sign, some sign that you love him... or he'll never be a man. All his life he'll feel guilty and alone unless you release him.

I have seen too many men go down, and I never permit myself to forget that one day, through accident or under the charge of a younger, stronger knight, I too will go down.

And, of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

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