Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.

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

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

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

Being in love, she concluded, is simply a presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone.

I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.

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.