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There isnt always an explanation for everything.
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The shortest answer is doing the thing.
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God knows, people who are paid to have attitudes toward things, professional critics, make me sick; camp-following eunuchs of literature.
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There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
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She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea.
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Isn't it pretty to think so.
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If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.
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To be able to say: I loved this person, we had a hell of a nice time together, it's over but in a way it will never be over and I do know that I for sure loved this person, to be able to say that and mean it, that's rare. That's rare and valuable.
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wonder what day god created the egg' 'how should we know? we should not question. our stay on earth is not for long. let us rejoice and believe and give thanks'. 'eat a egg
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I try not to borrow, first you borrow then you beg.
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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.
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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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When you go to war as a boy you have a great illusion of immortality. Other people get killed; not you. . . . Then when you are badly wounded the first time you lose that illusion and you know it can happen to you. After being severely wounded two weeks before my nineteenth birthday I had a bad time until I figured out that nothing could happen to me that had not happened to all men before me. Whatever I had to do men had always done. If they had done it then I could do it too and the best thing was not to worry about it.
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A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.
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To hell with luck. I'll bring the luck with me.
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Being against evil doesn't make you good.
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To stay in places and to leave, to trust, to distrust, to no longer believe and believe again, . . . to watch the snow come, to watch it go, to hear rain on a tent, to know where I can find what I want.
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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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He liked the works of his friends, which is beautiful as loyalty but can be disastrous as judgement.
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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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You don't have to destroy me. Do you?
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I loved you when I saw you today and I loved you always but I never saw you before.
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I never liked to hunt, you know. There was always the danger of having a horse fall on you.
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For a war to be just three conditions are necessary - public authority, just cause, right motive.