The best fiction is far more true than any journalism.
The sun, an hour above the horizon, is poised like a bloody egg upon a crest of thunderheads; the light has turned copper: in the eye portentous, in the nose sulphurous, smelling of lightning.
Caddy smelled like trees.
Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.
You intend to kiss me and yet you are going to all this damn trouble about it.
I don't think anybody can teach anybody anything. I think that you learn it, but the young writer that is as I say demon-driven and wants to learn and has got to write, he don't know why, he will lear...
If a story is in you, it has to come out.
Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it.Then write....
The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.
When I was a boy I first learned how much better water tastes when it has set a while in a cedar bucket. Warmish-cool, with a faint taste like the hot July wind in cedar trees smells. It has to set at...
Sometimes I aint so sho who's got ere a right to say when a man is crazy and when he aint. Sometimes I think it aint none of us pure crazy and aint none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks h...
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but e...
I notice how it takes a lazy man, a man that hates moving, to get set on moving once he does get started off, the same as he was set on staying still, like it aint the moving he hates so much as the s...
Here I am I am tired I am tired of running of having to carry my life like it was a basket of eggs
Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune
Women will show pride and honor about almost anything except love ...
A hack writer who would not have been considered fourth rate in Europe."(on Mark Twain)
Most of life is just a preparation for getting ready to be dead for a very long period of time.
You can't beat women anyhow and that if you are wise or dislike trouble and uproar you don't even try to.