The game of golf would lose a great deal if croquet mallets and billiard cues were allowed on the putting green.
You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed with sex. You spend all your time tal...
Then there is the other secret. There isn't any symbolysm [sic]. The sea is the sea. The old man is an old man. The boy is a boy and the fish is a fish. The shark are all sharks no better and no worse...
Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into n...
Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey.
Mice: But reading all the good writers might discourage you.Y.C.: Then you ought to be discouraged.
I’d be glad to shoot you.’ ‘Would you?’ ‘No. There’s a law against it.
I obscenity in the milk of my shame.
I had an inheritance from my father,It was the moon and the sun.And though I roam all over the world,The spending of it’s never done.
I always rewrite each day up to the point where I stopped. When it is all finished, naturally you go over it. You get another chance to correct and rewrite when someone else types it, and you see it c...
I learned 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 it.
There is seven-eights of it under water for every part that shows. Anything you know you can eliminate and it only strengthens your iceberg. It is the part that doesn't show. If a writer omits somethi...
The blue-backed notebooks, the two pencils and the pencil sharpener (a pocket knife was too wasteful) the marble-topped tables, the smell of early morning, sweeping out and mopping, and luck were all...
It was baking hot in the square when we came out after lunch with our bags and the rod-case to go to Burguete. People were on top of the bus, and others were climbing up a ladder. Bill went up and Rob...
I suppose she only wanted what she couldn’t have. Well, people were that way.
You're beautiful, like a May fly.
Cowardice ... is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.
For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can.
You know it makes one feel rather good deciding not to be a bitch. Yes. It's sort of what we have instead of God.
We were no longer, technically, children although in many ways I am quite sure that we were. Childish has become a term of contempt. Don't be childish, darling. I hope to Christ I am. Don't be childis...