Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.

Maybe other people's ideas of us are truer than our own.

Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds.

People are like almanacs, Bonnie - you never can find the information you're looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.

The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.

I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive. I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats. I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses ... We could lie in long citoneuse beams of the five o'clock sun on the plage at Juan-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves.

The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right.