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Paris is so very beautiful that it satisfies something in you that is always hungry in America.
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The cat has complete emotional honesty - an attribute not often found in humans.
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The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.
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We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.
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At night, never go to bed without knowing what you'll write tomorrow.
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I rewrote the ending of 'Farewell to Arms' 39 times before I was satisfied.
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No horse named Morbid ever won a race.
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The best way is to read it all every day from the start, correcting as you go along, then go on from where you stopped the day before. When it gets so long that you can't do this every day read back two or three chapters each day; then each week read it all from the start. That's how you make it all of one piece.
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Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel?
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In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.
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I was so sentimental about you I'd break any one's heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It's broken and gone. Everything I believe in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it?
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Worry destroys the ability to write. Ill health is bad in the ratio that it produces worry which attacks your subconscious and destroys your reserves.
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There is nothing you can do except try to write it the way that it was. So you must write each day better than you possibly can and use the sorrow that you have now to make you know how the early sorrow came. And you must always remember the things you believed because if you know them they will be there in the writing and you won’t betray them. The writing is the only progress you make.
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I was young and not gloomy and there were always strange and comic things that happened in the worst time.
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Just as, with the radio, there are certain things that you become fond of,and you welcome them and resent the new things
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For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.
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There are events which are so great that if a writer has participated in them his obligation is to write truly rather than assume the presumption of altering them with invention.
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When I am working on a book or a story I write every morning as soon after first light as possible. There is no one to disturb you and it is cool or cold and you come to your work and warm as you write. . . .When you stop you are as empty, and at the same time never empty but filling, as when you have e made love to someone you love. Nothing can hurt you, nothing can happen, nothing means anything until the next day when you do it again. It is the wait until the next day that is hard to get through.
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If every one said orders were impossible to carry out when they were received where would you be? Where would we all be if you just said, "Impossible," when orders came?
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Wine is the most civilized thing in the world.
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There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow men. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self.
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I decided that I would write one story about each thing that I knew about.
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One cat just leads to another. The place is so damned big it doesn't really seem as though there were many cats until you see them all moving like a mass migration at feeding time.
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You know you’re writing well when you're throwing good stuff into the wastebasket.