How what she had done could never matter since he knew he could not cure himself of loving her
He can't have gone, he said Christ know he can't have gone. He's making a turn. Maybe he has been hooked before and her remembers something of it. The he felt the gentle touch on the line and he was h...
For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit’s foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit’s foot long ago and the bones and the sinews were polished by the wear. The claws s...
Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.
All things truly wicked start from innocence.
If I had waited long enough I probably never would have written anything at all since there is a tendency when you really begin to learn something about a thing not to want to write about it but rathe...
Your blood coagulates beautifully.
You felt, in spite of all bureaucracy and inefficiency and party strife something that was like the feeling you expected to have and did not have when you made your first communion. It was a feeling o...
The bulls are my best friends.I translated to Brett.You kill your friends? she asked.Always, he said in English, and laughed. So they don't kill me.
No. Have it here where it is quiet. You and your quiet, said Brett. What is it men feel about quiet? We like it, said the count. Like you like your noise, my dear.
Nick drank the coffee, the coffee according to Hopkins. The coffee was bitter. Nick laughed. It made a good ending to the story. His mind was starting to work. He knew he could choke it because he was...
In those days we did not trust anyone who had not been in the war, but we did notcompletely trust anyone.
In the snowstorm you came close to wild animals and they were not afraid. They travelled across country not knowing where they were and the deer stood sometimes in the lee of the cabin. In a snowstorm...
In a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you.
I suppose she only wanted what she couldn’t have. Well, people were that way.
I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.
He remembered the time he had hooked one of a pair of marlin. The male fish always let the female fish feed first and the hooked fish, the female, made a wild, panic-stricken, despairing fight that so...
And chase hard and good and with no mistakes and do not overrun them.
Below Les Avants there was a chalet where the pension was wonderful and where we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. T...
Trying to write something of permanent value is a full-time job.