You are all a lost generation.
Wipe the pap of your mother's breast off thy lips and give me a hatful of that dirt,' the man with his chin on the ground said. 'No one of us will see the sun go down this night.
Wine is a grand thing, I said. It makes you forget all the bad.
Why do they have to be such damned fanatics? We chased good and we will always fight. But I hope we are not fanatics.
Where did you wash? the boy thought. The village water supply was two streets down the road. I must have water here for him, the boy thought, and soap and a good towel. Why am I so thoughtless? I must...
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me.
What you tell me about in the nights. That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.
Well,' Bill said, 'we might as well have another drink.' 'Damned good idea,' Mike said. 'One never gets anywhere by discussing finances.
We're always lucky, I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.
We need more true mystery in our lives Hem- he said. The completely unambitious writer and the really good unpublished poem are the things we lack most. There is of course the problem of sustenance
We have very primative emotions. It's impossible not to be competitive. Spoils everything, though.
We both touched wood on the cafe table and the waiter came to see what it was we wanted. But what we wanted he, nor anyone else, nor knocking on wood or on marble, as this cafe table-top was, could ev...
We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.
Vice is a wonderful thing, Catherine said. The people who go in for it seem to have good taste about it.
To hell with women, anyway. To hell with you, Brett Ashley. Women made such swell friends. Awfully swell. In the first place, you had to be in love with a woman to have a basis of friendship. I had be...
Thou wilt go now, rabbit. But I go with thee. As long as there is one of us there is both of us.
This was Brett that I had felt like crying about. Then I thought of her walking up the street and stepping into the car, as I had last seen her, and of course in a little while I felt like hell again....
This too to remember. If a man writes clearly enough any one can see if he fakes. If he mystifies to avoid a straight statement, which is very different from breaking so-called rules of syntax or gram...
This is a hell of dull talk...How about some of that champagne?