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Everybody is friends when things are bad enough.
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I think you should learn about writing from everybody who has ever written that has anything to teach you
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This looking and not seeing things was a great sin, I thought, and one that was easy to fall into. It was always the beginning of something bad and I thought that we did not deserve to live in the world if we did not see it.
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You never understand anybody that loves you.
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My training was never to drink after dinner nor before I wrote nor while I was writing.
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Do not think about sin, he thought. There are enough problems now without sin. Also I have no understanding of it.
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There isnt always an explanation for everything.
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We who have seen him now, light on his feet, smooth moving as a leopard, a young man with an old man's science, the most beautiful fighting machine I have ever seen, may live to see him fat, slow, old, and bald taking a beating from a younger man. But I would like to hazard a prediction that whoever beats Joe Louis in an honest fight in the next fifteen years will have to get up the floor to do it.
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Actually if a writer needs a dictionary he should not write. He should have read the dictionary at least three times from beginning to end and then have loaned it to someone who needs it. There are only certain words which are valid and similes (bring me my dictionary) are like defective ammunition (the lowest thing I can think of at this time).
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Most people never listen.
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So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.
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A person with increasing knowledge and sensory education may derive infinite enjoyment from wine.
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It is impossible to believe the emotional and spiritual intensity and pure, classic beauty that can be produced by a man, an animal, and a piece of scarlet serge draped over a stick.
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My writing is nothing, my boxing is everything.
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Until the dead are buried they change somewhat in appearance each day. The color change in Caucasian races is from white to yellow, to yellow-green, to black. If left long enough in the heat the flesh comes to resemble coal-tar, especially where it has been broken or torn, and it has quite a visible tarlike iridescence. The dead grow larger each day until sometimes they become quite too big for their uniforms, filling these until they seem blown tight enough to burst. The individual members may increase in girth to an unbelievable extent and faces fill as taut and globular as balloons.
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For a true writer each book should be a new beginning, where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment.
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He's a great writer. If I didn't think so I wouldn't have tried to kill him... I was the champ and when I read his stuff I knew he had something. So I dropped a heavy glass skylight on his head at a drinking party. But you can't kill the guy. He's not human.
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Those who say they want to be writers, and aren’t writing, don’t.
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If you have a success, you have it for the wrong reasons. If you become popular it is always because of the worst aspects of your work.
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War is not won by victory.
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No Pilar," Agustin said. "You are not smart. You are brave. You are loyal. You have decision. You have intuition. Much decision and much heart. But you are not smart.
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There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
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When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature.
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I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.