Organizations for writers palliate the writer's loneliness, but I doubt if they improve his writing.... For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack...
If a writer stops observing he is finished. Experience is communicated by small details intimately observed.
Do you suffer when you write? I don't at all. Suffer like a bastard when don't write, or just before, and feel empty and fucked out afterwards. But never feel as good as while writing.
You are going to die like a dog for no good reason
All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.
There are events which are so great that if a writer has participated in them his obligation is to write truly rather than assume the presumption of altering them with invention.
That terrible mood of depression of whether it's any good or not is what is known as The Artist's Reward.
What is moral is what you feel good after, and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.
About morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.
…Her lips an island in the sudden white sea of pain that came in a shining, unbearable, rising, blinding wave and swept him clean.
دختری به کافه آمد و تنها، پشت میزی نزدیک پنجره نشست. بسیار زیبا بود و چهرهای داشت به تازگی سکهٔ تازه ضرب شده - البته هرگز سکهای با نسوج صاف و پوست باران خورده ضرب نشده است. موهایش، به سیاهی پر زاغ،...
Зная, че нощта не е същата като деня, че нещата изглеждат различни тогава, че това, което преживяваш през нощта, не може да се обясни на дневна светлина, понеже тогава престава да съществува, и че нощ...
Understanding of it and I am not sure that I believe in it. Perhaps it was a sin to kill the fish. I suppose it was even though I did it to keep me alive and feed many people. But then everything is a...
My family's going to eat as long as anybody eats. What they're trying to do is starve you Conchs out of here so they can burn down the shacks and put up apartments and make this a tourist town. That's...
Zelda was very beautiful and was tanned a lovely gold colour and her hair was a beautiful dark gold and she was very friendly. Her hawk's eyes were clear and calm. I knew everything was all right and...
You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it. Doesn’t it sound lovely beyond belief?
You ought to dream. All our biggest businessmen have been dreamers.
You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.
Why do old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?
Where should we go?I don’t care. Anywhere you want. Anywhere we don’t know people.