Le donne guardavano gli uomini, li guardavano per capire se stavolta sarebbero crollati. Le donne guardavano e non dicevano niente. E quando gli uomini erano in gruppo, la paura spariva dai loro volti...
Just come,
I’m in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it’s difficult to analyze love when you’re in it.
It was a day as different from other days as dogs are from cats and both of them from chrysanthemums or tidal waves or scarlet fever.
It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge in time, to protest against change, particularly change for the better. But it is true that we have exchanged corpulence for starvation, and...
It is not good to want a thing too much. It sometimes drives the luck away. You must want it just enough, and you must be very tactful with Gods or the gods.
It is better to sit in appreciative contemplation of a world in which beauty is eternally supported on a foundation of ugliness: cut out the support, and beauty will sink from sight.
In these terrific Georgians we had met more than our match. They could out-eat us, out-drink us, out-dance us, out-sing us. They had the fierce gaiety of the Italians, and the physical energy of the B...
In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.
If a story is not about the hearer he [or she] will not listen . . . A great lasting story is about everyone or it will not last. The strange and foreign is not interesting--only the deeply personal a...
I've given you everything a friend can give, Joe Saul-even contempt, and that's the hardest thing of all.
I've done my damndest to rip a reader's nerves to rags, I don't want him satisfied.
I'm jus' pain covered with skin.
I'll want to hear,' Samuel said. 'I eat stories like grapes.
I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.
I could be held back just by being needed. Please try not to need me. That's the worst bait of all to a lonely man.
I can’t tell you how to live your life, Samuel said, although I do be telling you how to live it. I know that it might be better for you to come out from under your might-have-beens, into the winds of...
His ear heard more than what was said to him, and his slow speech had overtones not of thought, but of understanding beyond thought.
Her shame and fierceness were blended.
He smiled at her as a man might smile at a memory. Then he went out and closed the door gently behind him. Kate sat staring at the door. Her eyes were desolate.