What passes for culture in my head is really a bunch of commercials.

Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't born dead. I never met a man who was less interested in the living. Sometimes I think that's the trouble with the world: too many people in high places who are stone-cold dead.

There is nothing like death to say what is always such an artificial thing to say: The End.

Belief is nearly the whole of the universe whether based on truth or not.

The surface of Earth heaved and seethed in fecund restlessness. Earth was most fertile where the most death was.

The Contessa was surely way ahead of her time, too, in believing that men were not only usless and idiotic, but downright dangerous. That idea wouldn't catch on big in her native country until the last three years of the Vietnam War.

You have to go, but I have to stay.