I would take anything I love and throw it off the highest cliff you ever saw and not wait to hear it bounce.
I was trying to write then and I found the greatest difficulty, aside from knowing truly what you really felt, rather than what you were supposed to feel, and had been taught to feel, was to put down...
I was just bathing.Aren’t you the fortunate man. Bathing.Only a shower.
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 wanted it so much. I don’t know why I wanted it so much.
I think perhaps I can too.But I try not to borrow. First you borrow. Then you beg.
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 may not be as stong as I think, but I know many tricks and I have resolution.
I don’t know, Robert Jordan said. When I get very tired sometimes I speak English.Or when I get very disgusted. Or baffled, say. When I get highly baffled I just talk English to hear the sound of it....
I am an old man who will live until I die, Anselmo said.
Hunger is healthy and the pictures do look better when you are hungry
He was going to sleep a little while. He lay still and death was not there. It must have gone around another street. It went in pairs, on bicycles, and moved absolutely silently on the pavements.
He was asleep in a short time and he dreamed of Africa when he was a boy and the long, golden beaches and the white beaches, so white they hurt your eyes, and the high capes and the great brown mounta...
First you borrow, then you beg.
But these, wide-finned in silver, roaring, the light mist of their propellers in the sun, these do not move like sharks. They move like nothing there has ever been. They move like mechanized doom.
Besides, he thought, everything kills everything else in some way. Fishing kills me exactly as it keeps me alive.
All thinking men are atheists.
The writer must write what he has to say not speak it.
If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you for Paris is a movable feast.
A writer should write what he has to say and not speak it.