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I don't feel any way,' the girl said. 'I just know things.
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When I saw my wife again standing by the tracks as the train came in by the piled logs at the station, I wished I had died before I had ever loved anyone but her.
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And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.
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Summer is a discouraging time to work - you don't feel death coming on the way it does in the fall when the boys really put pen to paper.
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In the fall the war was always there but we did not go to it any more.
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How lazily the sun goes down in Granada, it hides beneath the water, it conceals in the Alhambra!
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In order to write about life first you must live it.
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Good writing is good conversation, only more so.
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He saw the girl watching him and he smiled at her. It was an old smile that he had been using for fifty years, ever since he first smiled.
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Details make stories human, and the more human a story can be, the better.
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He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.
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If my Valentine you won't be, I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.
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When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
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I would not have thought of eating a meal without drinking a beer.
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The writer's job is not to judge, but to seek to understand.
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I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.
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The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist.
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Always stop for the day while you still know what will happen next.
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Intelligence is so damn rare and the people who have it often have such a bad time with it that they get bitter or propagandistic and then it's not much use.
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Hesitation increases in relation to risk in equal proportion to age.
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I was blown up while we were eating cheese.
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How did we go bankrupt? Two ways. Slowly, and then all of a sudden.
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He knew he would not be afraid. Even if he ever was afraid he knew that he could do it anyway.
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There is no rule on how to write.