Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.

I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.

I suppose that people, using themselves and each other so much by words, are at least consistent in attributing wisdom to a still tongue.

Even sound seemed to fail in this air, like the air was worn out with carrying sounds so long.

There is no such thing as a bad whisky. Some whiskies just happen to be better than others.

A pair of jaybirds came up from nowhere, whirled up on the blast like gaudy scraps of cloth or paper and lodged in the mulberries, where they swung in raucous tilt and recover, screaming into the wind that ripped their harsh cries onward and away like scraps of paper or of cloth in turn.

Hollywood is a place where a man can get stabbed in the back while climbing a ladder.