Out of all the things you could not have there were some that you could have and one of those was to know when you were happy and to enjoy all of it while it was there and it was good.
Now we have done it. Now we really have done it.Yes, he thought. Now we have really done it. And when she went to sleep suddenly like a tired young girl and lay beside him lovely in the moonlight that...
Now is no time to think of what you do not have.Think of what you can do with that there is
Now Catherine would die. That was what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. You never had time to learn. They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you o...
None of it was important now. The wind blew it out of his head.
Nobody likes to life anchors.
Love is a dunghill, and I'm the cock that gets on it to crow.
Let’s walk down the rue de Seine and look in all the galleries and in the windows of the shops.’ ‘Sure. We can walk anywhere and we can stop at some new café where we don’t know anyone and nobody know...
Just before it was dark, as they passed a great island of Sargasso weed that heaved and swung in the light sea as though the ocean were making love with something under a yellow blanket, his small lin...
I’ve seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and thi...
It’s funny, I said. It’s very funny. And it’s a lot of fun, too, to be in love. Do you think so? her eyes looked flat again. I don’t mean fun that way. In a way it’s an enjoyable feeling. No, she said...
It was not her fault that when he went to her he was already over
It was considered a virtue not to talk unnecessarily at sea...
It was a wonderful meal at Michaud’s after we got in; but when we had finished and there was no question of hunger any more the feeling that had been like hunger when we were on the bridge was still t...
It made him feel as a wound does that you think you cannot bear. But you can bear anything, he thought.
In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dull and know I had...
If you brought up Joyce twice, you would not be invited back.
If there's empty spaces in your heart,They'll make you think it's wrong,Like having empty spaces,Means you never can be strong,But I've learned that all these spaces,Means there's room enough to grow,...
If the wind rises it can push us against the flood when it comes.
If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.