The highest prize in a world of men is the most beautiful woman available on your arm and living there in her heart loyal to you. - Norman Mailer

In the South of Spain, one could look to vice as quickly as to virtue for a sense of tradition.

I give an idea to Sam. "Destroy time, and chaos may be ordered," I say to him. "Destroy time, and chaos may be ordered," he repeats after me, and in desperation to seek his coma, mutters back, "I do not feel my nose, my nose is numb, my eyes are heavy, my eyes are heavy." So Sam enters the universe of sleep, a man who seeks to live in such a way as to avoid pain, and succeeds merely in avoiding pleasure. What a dreary compromise is life!

What were the phenomena of the world today? If I knew little else, I knew the answer — war, and the preparations for new war.