Death is the only real elegance.

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.

I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.

She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.

Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor's orders for a stomach pump.

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

The sky lay over the city like a map showing the strata of things and the big full moon toppled over in a furrow like the abandoned wheel of a gun carriage on a sunset field of battle and the shadows walked like cats and I looked into the white and ghostly interior of things and thought of you and I looked on their structural outsides and thought of you and was lonesome.