If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not, I do not care.
If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But t...
If a man liked his friends' painting or writing, I thought it was probably like those people who like their families, and it was not polite to criticize them. Sometimes you can go quite a long time be...
I would not wish to bring either a son or a daughter into this world as this world is. And also you take all the love I have to give
I wish we had horses to ride, Maria said. In my happiness I would like to be on a good horse and ride fast with thee riding fast beside me and we would ride faster and faster, galloping, and never pas...
I knew that now, reading it in the oversensitized state of my mind after too much brandy, I would remember it somewhere, and afterward it would seem as though it had really happened to me.
I knew I did not love Catherine Barkley nor had any idea of loving her. This was a game, like bridge, in which you said things instead of playing cards. Like bridge you had to pretend you were playing...
I had gone...to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was, and the strange...
I drank a bottle of wine for company. It was a Château Margaux. It was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be tasting the wine and to be drinking alone. A bottle of wine was good company.
I belong to this notebook and this pencil.
I am an old man who will live until I die, Anselmo said.
Hem, you know I don't think that owner's wife where you live likes me. She wouldn't let me wait upstairs for you.''I'll tell her,' I said.'Don't bother. I can always wait here. It's very pleasant in t...
He was violating the second rule of the two rules for getting on well with people that speak Spanish; give the men tobacco and leave the women alone
He told me how he had first met her during the war and then lost her and won her back, and about their marriage and then about something tragic that had happened to them at St-Raphael about a year ago...
Fuck literature.
For we have thought the longer thoughtsAnd gone the shorter way.And we have danced to devils' tunes, Shivering home to pray;To serve one master in the night,Another in the day.
First you borrow, then you beg.
But life isn't hard to manage when you've nothing to lose.
But are there not many fascists in your country?There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the times comes.
The writer must write what he has to say not speak it.