There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.
Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.
Up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again. He was still sleeping on his face and the boy was sitting by him watching him. The old man was dreaming about the lions.
Then there was the smell of heather crushed and the roughness of the bent stalks under her head and the sun bright on her closed eyes and all his life he would remember the curve of her throat with he...
People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
If you have to go away,' she said,'is it absolutely necessary to kill off everything you leave behind? I mean do you have to take away everything? ...
I wish it had been a dream now and that I had never hooked the fish and was alone in bed on the newspapers.
I suppose she only wanted what she couldn't have. Well, people were that way. To hell with people. The Catholic Church had an awfully good way of handling all that. Good advice, anyways. Not to think...
I love thee and thou art so lovely and so wonderful and so beautiful and it does such things to me to be with thee that I feel as though I wanted to die when I am loving thee.
I don’t have to be proud of it. I only have to do it well. – Thomas Hudson
I always shot scorpions with the .22 pistol.
But, thank God, they are not as intelligent as we who kill them; although they are more noble and more able.
And pain does not matter to a man.
All right, said Nick. Let's get drunk.All right, Bill said. Let's get really drunk.
You lose it if you talk about it.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.
You're not a moron. You're only a case of arrested development.
You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity.
You have never heard me talk much. But an intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend his time with fools.