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

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 play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

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

One illusion is as good as another.

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

We get something to do and as soon as we've got it, it gets us.