I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
Other people's ideas of us are dependent largely on what they've hoped for.
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.
["The Sun Also Rises" is about] bullfighting, bullslinging and bullsh[*]t.
Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds.
Life has puffed and blown itself into a summer day, and clouds and spring billow over the heavens as if calendars were a listing of mathematical errors.