Oh Daddy, can’t you give her something to make her stop screaming? asked Nick.No. I haven’t any anesthetic, his father said. But her screams are not important. I don’t hear them because they are not i...
Nessun uomo è un'isola, completo in se stesso; ogni uomo è un pezzo del continente, una parte del tutto. Se anche solo una nuvola venisse lavata via dal mare, l'Europa ne sarebbe diminuita, come se le...
My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren't with me I haven't a thing in the world.
Ma arvasin, et olin juba kõige eest maksnud. Mitte nii nagu naised, kes aina maksavad ja maksavad ja maksavad. Ei mingit tasu ja karistuse põhimõtet. Lihtne väärtuste vahetus. Sa annad midagi ära ja s...
It was not so much that he lied as that there was no truth to tell. He had had his life and it was over and then he went on living it again with different people and more money, with the best of the s...
It was dark now as it becomes dark quickly after the sun sets in September. He lay against the worn wood of the bow and rested all that he could. The first stars were out. He did not know the name of...
It evidently made no difference whether I was there to look after things or not.
It could be worse,' Passini said respectfully. There is nothing worse than war. Defeat is worse. I do not believe it, Passini said still respectfully. What is defeat? You go home.
In writing there are many secrets too. Nothing is ever lost no matter how it seems at the time and what is left out will always show and make the strength of what is left in.
In America, they make such things of wire and of sponge-rubber, such as you use in the sets of tanks. You never know there, whether there is any truth in the matter, unless you are a bad boy as I am.
If you stop complaining and asking for what you never will get, you will have a good life. A good life is not measured by any biblical span.
I wish the boy was here,' he said aloud and settled himself against the rounded planks of the bow and felt the strength of the great fish through the line he held across his shoulders moving steadily...
I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together,
I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there w...
I dried my hands and took out my pocket-book from the inside of my tunic hanging on the wall. Rinaldi took the note, folded it without rising from the bed and slid it in his breeches pocket. He smiled...
His choice had been to stay in the deep dark water far out beyond all snares and traps and treacheries. My choice was to go there to find him beyond all people. Beyond all people in the world. Now we...
He'll never be frightened. He knows too damn much.
He was a nice boy, a friendly boy, and very shy, and it made him bitter.
He thought about alone in Constantinople that time, having quarreled in Paris before he had gone out. He had whored the whole time and then, when that was over, and he had failed to kill his lonelines...
He sat on the logs, smoking, drying in the sun, the sun warm on his back the river shallow ahead entering the woods, curving into the woods, shallows light glittering, big water-smooth rocks, cedars a...