"Then she danced away, swinging the tray gracefully, picking her way through the tables to a group far down in the rear of the saloon"
"A prayer. Sure, one prayer: for sentimental reasons. Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have you read Nietzsche? Ah, such a book! Almighty God, I will play fair in this. I will make You a proposition. Make a great writer out of me, and I will return to the Church." 
Bandini and Camilla
"I didn't know you had freckles."
"They don't mean anything." 
"Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town." 
"the palm was blackish at its branches, stained by carbon dioxide coming out of the Third Street Tunnel, its crusted trunk choked with dust and sand that blew in from the Mojave and Santa Ana desert"