The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
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.
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.
The Lord is my shepherdI shall not want him for longHe maketh me to lie down in green pasturesand there are no green pasturesHe leadeth me beside still watersand still waters run deep
Something, or something awful or something wonderful was certain to happen on every day in this part of Africa.
People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.
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 have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away....
I have a rotten habit of picturing the bedroom scenes of my friends.
I even read aloud the part of the novel that I had rewritten, which is about as low as a writer can get and much more dangerous for him as a writer than glacier skiing unroped before the full winter s...
I always worked until I had something done and I always stopped when I knew what was going to happen next. That way I could be sure of going on the next day.
How did you go bankrupt? Two ways. Gradually, then suddenly.
He always thought of the sea as 'la mar' which is what people call her in Spanish when they love her. Sometimes those who love her say bad things of her but they are always said as though she were a w...
Happiness is often presented as being very dull but, he thought, lying awake, that is because dull people are sometimes very happy and intelligent people can go around making themselves and everyone e...
Everything is on such a clear financial basis in France. It is the simplest country to live in. No one makes things complicated by becoming your friend for any obscure reason. If you want people to li...
Don't you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you're not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you've lived nearly half the time you have to live already? Yes, every once in a wh...
The most essential gift for a good writer is a built-in shockproof shit detector. This is the writer's radar and all great writers have had it.
You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity.
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...