Just remember: If one bird carried every grain of sand, grain by grain, across the ocean, by the time he got them all on the other side, that would only be the beginning of eternity.

Let's take everything just as it is.

And since gin to artifice bears the same relation as tears to mascara, her attractions at once dissembled.

Sicily is more beautiful than any woman.

A boy has to peddle his book.

A beautiful day with the buoyancy of a bird.

One of the most difficult things in writing a novel or anything at all is to choose the point of view from which it's going to be told.