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 everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But th...
If he lived by a lie he should try to die by it
I'm with you. No matter what else you have in your head I'm with you and I love you.
I was young and not gloomy and there were always strange and comic things that happened in the worst time...
I was a little crazy. But I wasn't crazy in any complicated manner.
I shouldn’t have gone out so far, fish, he said. Neither for you nor for me. I’m sorry, fish.
I like to see you in the morning all new and strange.
I kept this to remind me of you trying to brush away the Villa Rossa from your teeth in the morning, swearing and eating aspirin and cursing harlots. Every time I see that glass I think of you trying...
I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.
I had learned already never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed...
I don't know, I said. There isn't always an explanation for everything.Oh, isn't there? I was brought up to think there was.That's awfully nice.
I can't stand it to think my life is going so fast and I'm not really living it.
I am one of those who like to stay late at the cafe, the older waiter said. With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night.I want to go home and into bed.We...
I always worked until I had something done and I always stopped when I knew what was going to happen next. That way I could be sure of going on the next day. But sometimes when I was starting a new st...
Hunger is good discipline.
How every one he had slept with had only made him miss her more
How do you tell a valuable French book?' 'First there are the pictures. Then it is a question of the quality of the pictures. Then it is the binding. If a book is good, the owner will have it bound pr...
He was very fond of flying fish as they were his principal friends on the ocean. He was sorry for the birds, especially the small delicate dark terns that were always flying and looking and almost nev...
He was completely detached from every thing except the story he was writing and he was living in it as he built it. The difficult parts he had dreaded he now faced one after another and as he did the...
He took the bait like a male and he pulls like a male and his fight has no panic in it. I wonder if he has any plans or if he is just as desperate as I sin?