Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

There's nothing on earth to do here but look at the view and eat. You can imagine the result since I do not like to look at views.

She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.

I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

Oh, we are going to be so happy away from all the things that almost got us but couldn't quite because we were too smart for them!

["The Sun Also Rises" is about] bullfighting, bullslinging and bullsh[*]t.

Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.