I have no further use for America. I wouldn't go back there if Jesus Christ was President.
Actors search for rejection. If they don't get it they reject themselves.
In this book I do not intend to give a blow-by-blow description of a sex bout: I find them inartistic, clinical and unpoetic. The circumstances that lead up to sex I find more interesting.
When we got off the streetcar at Times Square, it was somewhat of a letdown. Newspapers were blowing about the road and pavement, and Broadway looked seedy, like a slovenly woman just out of bed.
Quebec from the boat looked like the ramparts where Hamlet's ghost might have walked.