Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again.Hell, I said, I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?Yes. I want to ruin you.Good, I said. That's what I want too.
Maybe away from Paris I could write about Paris as in Paris I could write about Michigan. I did not know it was too early for that because I did not know Paris well enough. But that was how it worked...
Luck is a thing that comes in many forms and who can recognize her?
Listen, I told him. Don't be so tough so early in the morning. I'm sure you've cut plenty of people's throats. I haven't even had my coffee yet.
It was one of those things that gave you a false feeling of soldering.
In the morning it was raining. A fog had come over the mountains from the sea. You could not see the tops of the mountains. The plateau was dull and gloomy, and the shapes of the trees and the houses...
In that way they really were friends, understanding in their basic disagreement, trusting in their complete distrust and enjoying one another’s company.
I'd like to destroy you a few times in bed.
I wish I could write well enough to write that story, he thought. What we did. Not what the others did to us.
I was born ugly. All my life I have been ugly. You, 'Inglés', who know nothing about women. Do you know how an ugly woman feels? Do you know what it is to be ugly all your life and inside to feel that...
I say that is wine, Brett held up her glass. We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that...
I know you're right. I'm just low, and when I'm low I talk like a fool.
I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful...
I know that the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dre...
I have tried to write by the old rule that how good a book is should be judged by the man who writes it by the excellence of the material that he eliminates.
I felt very lonely when they were all there.
I explained, winefully, how we did not do the things we wanted to; we never did such things.
I don’t know. There isn’t always an explanation for everything.
I do not understand these things, he thought. But it is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.
Hunger is healthy and the pictures do look better when you are hungry