靜姿

“He smoked a cigarette, standing in the dark and listening to her undress. She made sea sounds; something flapped like a sail; there was the creak of ropes; then he heard the wave-against-a-wharf smack of rubber on flesh. Her call for him to hurry was a sea-moan, and when he lay beside her, she heaved, tidal, moon-driven.”
― Nathanael West, Miss Lonelyhearts / The Day of the Locust

“At college, and perhaps for a year afterwards, they had believed in literature, had believed in Beauty and in personal expression as an absolute end. When they lost this belief, they lost everything.”
― Nathanael West, Miss Lonelyhearts / A Cool Million

“Feeling is of the heart and nerves and the crudeness of its expression has nothing to do with its intensity.”
― Nathanael West

“Let him ride a horse. He's a cowboy ain't he?”
― Nathanael West, The Day of the Locust