Newspapers are owned and published by rich men. Rich men all belong to the same club. Sure, there’s competition—hard tough competition for circulation, for newsbeats, for exclusive stories. Just so lo...
It got darker. I thought; and thought in my mind moved with a kind of sluggish stealthiness, as if it was being watched by bitter and sadistic eyes. I thought of dead eyes looking at a moonless sky, w...
It could have been a beautiful friendship, Beifus said with a sigh. Except for the ice pick, of course.
I'm not sneering at sex. It's necessary and it doesn't have to be ugly. But it always has to be managed. Making it glamorous is a billion-dollar industry and it costs every cent of it.
I went back to the office and sat in my swivel chair and tried to catch up on my foot-dangling. There was a gusty wind blowing in at the windows and the soot from the oil burners of the hotel next doo...
I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between the stars.
I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun. I put them on and went out of the room.
I hung up. It was a good start, but it didn’t go far enough. I ought to have locked the door and hidden under the desk.
I got down off the stool and stood waiting. She might or might not blow me down. I didn't particularly care. Once in a while in this much too sex-conscious country a man and a woman can meet and talk...
I did it for you. I took in a pint of bourbon with me. She’s a charming middle-aged lady with a face like a bucket of mud and if she has washed her hair since Coolidge’s second term, I’ll eat my spare...
However hard I try to be nice I always end up with my nose in the dirt and my thumb feeling for somebody’s eye.
Hemingway dice en alguna parte que el buen escritor compite únicamente con los muertos.
He was a windblown blossom of some two hundred pounds with freckled teeth and the mellow voice of a circus barker. He was tough, fast and he ate red meat. Nobody could push him around. He was the kind...
Go on home and knit socks, darling,
Dont get fancy, buster. I might loosen your jaw for you.Ha, ha, I said. You might play centre field for the Yankees and hit a home run with a breadstick.
Carli’s was a small club at the end of a passage between a sporting-goods store and a circulating library. There was a grilled door and a man behind it who had given up trying to look as if it mattere...
Beyond the electroliers, beyond the beat and toot of the small sidewalk cars, beyond the smell of hot fat and popcorn and the shrill children and the barkers in the peep shows, beyond everything but t...
Americans will eat anything if it is toasted and held together with a couple of toothpicks and has lettuce sticking out of the sides, preferably a little wilted.
ما توی دوران خودمون شاهد سقوط اعجابآور اخلاقیات عمومی و خصوصی بودهایم. از آدمهایی که توی زندگیشون کیفیتی نیست نمیشه توقع کیفیت داشت. ما کیفیت نمیخواهیم چون باعث میشه جنسی که میفروشیم زیادی دوام...
زمان همه چیز را پست و فاسد و چروکیده میکند. تراژدی زندگی این نیست که چیزهای زیبا جوان میمیرند، بلکه این است که زندگی آنها را پیر و خوار میکند.