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

Spinach and champagne. Going back to the kitchens at the old Waldorf. Dancing on the kitchen tables, wearing the chef's headgear. Finally, a crash and being escorted out by the house detectives.

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

It seems to me that on one page I recognized a portion of an old diary of mine which mysteriously disappeared shortly after my marriage, and, also, scraps of letters which, though considerably edited, sound to me vaguely familiar. In fact, Mr. Fitzgerald (I believe that is how he spells his name) seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.

The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.

Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure ... another chance in life.

She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.