Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle.

All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to spring and summer, though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, and that summer, but they do, and always.

I haven't anything against whores, except this: some of them may have an honest tongue but they all have dishonest hearts.

all his prayers of the past had been simple concrete requests: God, give me a bicycle, a knife with seven blades, a box of oil paints. Only how, how, could you say something so indefinite, so meaningless as this: God, let me be loved.

Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.

Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost.

A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet.