Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.

Kino heard the little splash of morning waves on the beach. It was very good -- Kino closed his eyes again to listen to his music.

New York is a wonderful city... It is going to be the capital of the world.

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

for how can you remember the feel of pleasure or pain or choking emotion? You can remember only that you had them.

An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.

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.