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

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!

And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.

Oh, the secret life of man and woman--dreaming how much better we would be than we are if we were somebody else or even ourselves, and feeling that our estate has been unexploited to its fullest.

Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist.

Don't you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered - and I was delivered to you - to be worn. I want you to wear me, like a watch-charm or a buttonhole bouquet.

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