Bed is my friend.
Because we would not wear any clothes because it was so hot and the windows open and the swallows flying over the roofs of the houses and when it was dark afterward and you went to the window very sma...
Any man's life, told truly, is a novel...
All supposed exterior signs of danger that a bull gives, such as pawing the ground, threatening with his horns, or bellowing are forms of bluffing. They are warnings given in order that combat may be...
After a while, when you are as ugly as I am, as ugly as women can be, then, as I say, after a while the feeling, the idiotic feeling that you are beautiful, grows slowly in one again. It grows like a...
Ես միշտ էլ վախեցած եմ, բայց հիմա այնքան եմ քեզ համար վախենում, որ ինձ մոռացել եմ:
We all take a beating every day, you know, one way or another.
Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today.
To understand is to forgive. That's not true. Forgiveness has been exaggerated. Forgiveness is a Christian idea and Spain has never been a Christian country. It has always had its own special idol wor...
They are strong, David said. But there’s a strong wind today and we drink according to the wind.
The rich were dull and they drank too much, or they played too much backgammon. They were dull and they were repetitious. He remembered poor Julian and his romantic awe of them and how he had started...
The questioners had that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it.
So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.
Romero never made any contortions, always it was straight and pure and natural in line. The others twisted themselves like cork-screws, their elbows raised, and leaned against the flanks of the bull a...
Please do it your own way.Do it in the mornings when your mind is coldDo it in the evenings when everything is sold.Do it in the springtime when springtime isn't thereDo it in the winterWe know winter...
One cat just leads to another.[Letter from Finca Vigia, Cuba, to his first wife, Elizabeth Hadley Richardson (1943).]
Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.
No. The two kinds of fools we have in Russia, karkov grinned and began. First there is the winter fool. The winter fool comes to the door of your house and he knocks loudly. You go to the door and you...
My,' she said. 'We're lucky that you found the place.'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.
Maera lay still, his head on his arms, his face in the sand. He felt warm and sticky from the bleeding. Each time he felt the horn coming. Sometimes the bull only bumped him with his head. Once the ho...