But, then, nothing is easy.
But you have no house and no courtyard to your no-house, he thought. You have no family but a brother who goes to battle tomorrow and you own nothing but the wind and the sun and an empty belly. The w...
But sometimes when I was starting a new story and I could not get it going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the little oranges into the edge of the flame and watch the sputter...
But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there.
But I think the Great DiMaggio would be proud of me today.
Bed is my friend.
Because she had done the best she could for many years back and the way they were together now was no one person's fault.
Ay, he said aloud. There is no translation for this word and perhaps it is just a noise such as a man might make, involuntarily, feeling the nail go through his hands and into the wood.
And another thing. Don’t ever kid yourself about loving some one. It is just that most people are not lucky enough ever to have it. You never had it before and now you have it. What you have with Mari...
Also, he had always had a great tolerance which seemed the nicest thing about him if it were not the most sinister.
All you get in this life is a point of view.
All I wanted to do was get back to Africa. We had not left it, yet, but when I would wake in the night I would lie, listening, homesick for it already. Now, looking out the tunnel of trees over the ra...
A writer’s job is to tell the truth. His standard of fidelity to the truth should be so high that his invention, out of his experience, should produce a truer account than anything factual can be. For...
— Չե՞ս կարող թողնել, որ մարդ հանգիստ մեռնի, պետք է անպայման պիտակնե՞ր կպցնես։ Ինչ օգուտ, որ ինձ վախկոտ ես անվանում։
Пътувай само с човек, когото обичаш.
Ülkeyi yöneten bir sınıf var, akılsız bir sınıf. Hiçbirinin bir boktan anladığı yok. Bu savaş bu yüzden çıktı işte.
You know the only thing I've ever lost is curiosity, he said to her.You've never lost anything.You're the most complete man I've ever known
You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.
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...
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...