Cheer up,' I said. 'All countries look just like the moving pictures.
But life isn't hard to manage when you've nothing to lose.
What happens to people that love each other?- I suppose they have whatever they have, and they are more fortunate than others. Then one of them gets the emptiness forever.
His (the writer's) standard of fidelity to the truth should be so high that his invention out of his experience should produce a truer account than anything factual can be.
The real reason for not committing suicide is because you always know how swell life gets again after the hell is over.
Imagination? It is the one thing beside honesty that a good writer must have. The more he learns from experience the more he can imagine.
As a writer, you should not judge, you should understand.
All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they really happened and after you are finished reading one you feel that it all happened to you and after which it all belongs to you.
The rain will stop, the night will end, the hurt will fade. Hope is never so lost that it can't be found.
If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
The good parts of a book may be only something a writer is lucky enough to overhear or it may be the wreck of his whole damn life and one is as good as the other.
یک مرد. یک مرد تنها نمیتواند. هیچ مردی تنها نمیتواند. فرق نمیکند چهجور. یک مرد تنها هیچ مهلت خواهر ج***ای ندارد.
Let us sleep, he said and he felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet,...
You wouldn't believe it. It's like a wonderful nightmare.
Women made such swell friends. Awfully swell. In the first place, you had to be in love with a woman to have a basis of friendship. I had been having Brett for a friend. I had not been thinking about...
We never get anything. We are born with all we have and we never learn. We never get anything new. We all start complete.
This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. You don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. You lose the taste.
There is nothing to writing.All you do is sit down a a typewriter and bleed.E. Hemmingway
There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what d...
There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the time comes.