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

I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.

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

without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live - I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.

The night you gave me my birthday party... you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best.

Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes.

It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.