So long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares or maybe through cowardice...
That's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and broo...
Más allá del crepúsculo sentía el agua, la olía. Cuando la primavera florecía y llovía se olía por todas partes no se notaba tanto otras veces pero cuando llovía el olor comenzaba a entrar en casa con...
My, my. A body does get around.
My mother is a fish.
Ladies and gentlemen,I feel that this award was not made to me as a man, but to my work - a life's work in the agony and sweat of the human spirit, not for glory and least of all for profit, but to cr...
It's not four days ago I find a bastard squatting here, asking me if I read books. Like he would jump me with a book or something. Take me for a ride with the telephone directory.
Idleness breeds our better virtues.
I said You don't know what worry is. I don't know what it is. I don't know whether I am worrying or not. Whether I can or not . I don't know whether I can cry or not. I don't know whether I have tried...
I reckon that being good is about the easiest thing in the world for a lazy man.
I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, tre...
I could just remember how my father used to say that the reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.
I can't do nothing. Just put it off. And that don't do no good. I reckon it belong to me. I reckon what I going to get ain't no more than mine.
I can stand on my own feet; I don't need any man's mahogany desk to prop me up
He thought that it was loneliness which he was trying to escape and not himself. But the street ran on: catlike, one place was the same as another to him. But in none of them could he be quiet. But th...
Caddy smelled like trees.
Between grief and nothing I will take grief.
Because there is something in the touch of flesh with flesh which abrogates, cuts sharp and straight across the devious intricate channels of decorous ordering, which enemies as well as lovers know be...
And I reckon them that are good must suffer for it the same as them that are bad.
The ideal woman which is in every man's mind is evoked by a word or phrase or the shape of her wrist her hand. The most beautiful description of a woman is by understatement. Remember all Tolstoy ev...