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All you need to do is write truly and not care about what the fate of it is.
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The only decent bone in her body was mine.
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The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.
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When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead.
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I'm with you. No matter what else you have in your head I'm with you and I love you.
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One battle doesn't make a campagin, but critics treat one book, good or bad, like a whole war.
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There are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in Paris.
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A writer without a sense of justice or injustice would be better off editing the yearbook for a school for exceptional children.
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But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there.
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Everything you have is to give. Thou art a phenomenon of philosophy and an unfortunate man.
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But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again (I hope).
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The great artist when he comes, uses everything that has been discovered or known about his art up to that point, being able to accept or reject in a time so short it seems that the knowledge was born with him, rather than that he takes instantly what it takes the ordinary man a lifetime to know, and then the great artist goes beyond what has been done or known and makes something of his own.
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This is a good place," he said. "There's a lot of liquor," I agreed.
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The educated man is the man who can do something. The quality of his work marks the degree of his education.
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How little we know of what there is to know. I wish that I were going to live a long time instead of going to die today because I have learned much about life in these four days; more, I think than in all other time. I'd like to be an old man to really know. I wonder if you keep on learning or if there is only a certain amount each man can understand. I thought I knew so many things that I know nothing of. I wish there was more time.
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Things may not be immediately discernible in what a man writes, and in this sometimes he is fortunate; but eventually they are quite clear and by these and the degree of alchemy that he possesses he will endure or be forgotten.
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I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what is was all about.
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Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.
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For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit?s foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit?s foot long ago and the bones and the sinews were polished by the wear. The claws scratched in the lining of your pocket and you knew your luck was still there.
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Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be.
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Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today. It's been that way all this year. It's been that way so many times. All of war is that way.
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There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day. Night life is when you get up with a hangover in the morning. Night life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill. Night life goes round and round and you look at the wall to make it stop. Night life comes out of a bottle and goes into a jar. If you think how much are the drinks it is not night life.
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Ezra was right half the time, and when he was wrong, he was so wrong you were never in any doubt about it.
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We in America should see that no man is ever given, no matter how gradually or how noble and excellent the man, the power to put this country into a war which is now being prepared and brought closer each day with all the pre-meditation of a long planned murder. For when you give power to an executive you do not know who will be filling that position when the time of crisis comes.