I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.

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

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

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.

By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.

Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.