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.
Quebec from the boat looked like the ramparts where Hamlet's ghost might have walked.
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.
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.