A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

The sky lay over the city like a map showing the strata of things and the big full moon toppled over in a furrow like the abandoned wheel of a gun carriage on a sunset field of battle and the shadows walked like cats and I looked into the white and ghostly interior of things and thought of you and I looked on their structural outsides and thought of you and was lonesome.

Why do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace?

There's nothing on earth to do here but look at the view and eat. You can imagine the result since I do not like to look at views.

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.

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