“And this was the price you paid for sleeping together.”

“This was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.”

“We had a Corsican wine that had great authority and a low price. It was a very Corsican wine and you could dilute it by half with water and still receive its message.A Moveable Feast”

“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?”

“we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.”

“Up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again. He was still sleeping on his face and the boy was sitting by him watching him. The old man was dreaming about the lions.”

“There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day. Night life is when you get up with a hangover in the morning. Night life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill. Night life goes round and round and you look at the wall to make it stop. Night life comes out of a bottle and goes into a jar. If you think how much are the drinks it is not night life.”