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I read my own books sometimes to cheer me when it is hard to write, and then I remember that it was always difficult, and how nearly impossible it was sometimes.
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I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.
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The road to Hell is paved with unbought stuffed dogs.
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I write description in longhand because that's hardest for me and you're closer to the paper when you work by hand, but I use the typewriter for dialogue because people speak like a typewriter works.
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I do not think I had ever seen a nastier-looking man. Under the black hat, when I had first seen them, the eyes had been those of an unsuccessful rapist.
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I decided that I would write one story about each thing that I knew about.
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Wine is the most civilized thing in the world.
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I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together
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Write hard and clear about what hurts.
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I was always a lonely person when I was with everyone.
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But in the night he woke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken from him. He held her feeling she was all of life there was and it was true.
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Worry destroys the ability to write.
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If the wind rises it can push us against the flood when it comes.
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Easy writing makes hard reading.
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What is the definition of guts? Grace under pressure.
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The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.
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Your blood coagulates beautifully.
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Somebody just back of you while you are fishing is as bad as someone looking over your shoulder while you write a letter to your girl.
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Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
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A good life is not measured by any biblical span.
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Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?
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Never confuse movement with action.
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War is no longer made by simply analyzed economic forces if it ever was. War is made or planned now by individual men, demagogues and dictators who play on the patriotism of their people to mislead them into a belief in the great fallacy of war when all their vaunted reforms have failed to satisfy the people they misrule.
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One cat just leads to another.