Spread out (the sun) like a jellyfish.

A man on a horse is spiritually, as well as physically, bigger than a man on foot.

Goddammit, whenever a person wants reassurance he tells a friend to think what he wants to be true. It's like asking a waiter what's good tonight.

The bank, the monster has to have profits all the time. It can't wait. It'll die. No, taxes go on. When the monster stops growing, it dies. It can't stay one size.

It gives a fella relief to tell, but it just spreads out his sin.

We're sorry. It's not us. It's the monster. The bank isn't a man. The bank isn't like a man. Yes, but the bank is only made of men.

Being at ease with himself put him at ease with the world.

Don't worry about losing. If it is right, it happens. The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

When Mary is confused or perplexed, she spurts anger the way an octopus spurts ink, and hides in the dark cloud of it.

If a man ordered a beer milk shake, he thought, he'd better do it in a town where he wasn't known.