I guess I'm trying to say, Grab anything that goes by. It may not come around again.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another-but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

I think bullfights are for men who aren't very brave and wish they were. If you saw one you'll know what I mean. Remember after all the cape work when the bull tries to kill something that isn't there? Remember how he gets confused and uneasy, sometimes just stands and looks for an answer? Well, then they have to give him a horse or his heart will break. He has to get his horns into something solid or his spirit dies. Well, I'm that horse. And that's the kind of men I get, confused and puzzled. If they can get a horn into me, that's a little triumph.

We only have one story. All novels, all poetry are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil.

You got a God. Don't make no difference if you don' know what he looks like.

And her joy was nearly like sorrow.

In business and in politics a man must carve and maul his way through men to get to be King of the Mountain. Once there, he can be great and kind-but he must get there first.